Kourtni McNeil

You do not have to drown.
Before you could ever walk
You were swimming. Floating.
“Baby.” The name he called you

Before he pushed you in

Curl back into the fetal position
And let the raging water wash over you
Until it’s small again. Until you are small
Again. And there is only enough oxygen
For you.

He is silent here.

Let go of the fear that you no longer know
How to be. How to make it on your own.
How it feels to grow into your own and be loved.
To go out kicking and screaming.