A Struggle to Continue

She lays at the bottom, motionless, unable to move ahead.

Broken.

Damaged.

Battered to pieces.

The hounding pressures of the waves smother her from every-which-way. Decades of rust and turmoil devour her every inch, slowly ingesting her from the inside out. Sea creatures of all kinds, shapes, and sizes come to feast, eating away at her remains.

Dark and cold, she yearns for the life she once had; for the sunshine that warmed her so, and the gentle breezes that gave her life and reminded her that she was still alive. Yet the only sign of life left in her is signaled by her ability to feel the pain from her battle scars.

Oil weeps from her core as she recalls the losses she has suffered. “Where did things go wrong? How did I get here?” She thinks to herself. But thinking only causes her more misery.

Each day is a struggle to fight and the nights are not any better.

Although beat down, she is not beaten. She endures the severity of her surroundings.

She is strong.

Made of steel.

Built in a suit of armor.

They cannot destroy her, only render her momentarily paralyzed.

So there she waits, at the deepest part, in the blackest ocean. At the bottom she resides, afraid and alone. But she knows she must persevere. One day, someone will find her, will track her down. They will raise her from her watery prison and she will once again be able to see the light.