Drowning by Rebel Jones

Drowning I was sinking farther and farther into the lies I was living, giving zero explanation to why my spiritual self wasn't thriving, but diving deep into the depths of my own oppression, for it wasn't just us I was dishonest to, but to myself I was entrapping in a never ending darkness inside. My soul seemed no more, yet there was remnants of it in the reflection of my eyes, when I stared back into them. What was to follow I was certain I could never allow, out of fear of the truth setting me free, I wasn't really sure how.