Sinking

I'm sinking, feeling like I can barely keep my head above water.

I sit back and gaze at the specks of my life, not knowing how I got here.

Wallowing in my selfishness and strangled in my self pity, I drag myself down into the depths of darkness. Who am I?

The dreams and aspirations of my childhood have become truly just dreams, if I can even remember them. The once striving young lady is tired and worn. Pressures of the world never stop pushing and baring on my door.

I cannot hold myself up, even when it is just little hands pulling me down.
Time leaves me as quickly as it comes, and I still don't know where it has gone. How is it even possible to do all that needs to be done, and still find my way through this life?

When the day is done, have I even looked up to the surface and used the last bit of strength to reach the top for one more breath?

No.

There is no need.

Even in my pride, selfishness, and pity, you reach down to the depths and hear me. You lift me up, you breathe into my soul, you sustain me. Even on days I walk away, you wait, because you love me. The strength I have for each new day, comes from you. The dreams I now dream come from knowing that I am rescued and never alone.

I know who I am.

I am Loved.