The purpose of this poem is to describe the fight within one's self to achieve what seems to be impossible. There is something beautiful, yet dangerous about the desire for a feeling that is unattainable. A desire for a love that is unrequited or the desire for It's about knowing your limitations to your ambitions and not knowing them at all. Figuring out whether or not those limitations are there for a reason or are meant to be broken. When you start to find out that practice doesn't really make perfect. All of this is beautiful, yet dangerous because the outcomes of not knowing your limits or believing that practice makes perfect are not ones that can be forgiven. Sort of like breathing underwater.

Coming up again and again,

I breathe.

Water escaping mouth while oxygen enters

Again, I breathe

And again, I try.

A speck of light at the bottom reminding why.

Why I was here

Why I continue to try after I fail

Why I will succeed

But if I don't,

again, I try.

And I try, and I try.

Up,

then back down again,

each time the light getting closer.

So I try regardless if my lungs fill with liquid

eyes sting from the salt water

Bones crack from the pressure of waves

Limbs lifeless under the current

I try.

And the light becomes brighter

and brighter

Too bright.

I reached a different light

At least, I tried.