I believe disruptions come to remind us we are never really in control. At times they come like iceberg, for my titanic soul. Overwhelmed with the taste of the sea, I am left questioning me. But just when I thought I would drown and die alongside my dream, resilience creeped in and I Rose. Desperately clinging to a floating debris called hope.
Lovely! “Overwhelmed with the taste of the sea” is such a cool image. I like the flow of this paragraph. It feels ripped straight from a diary.
My feedback: More! Right after “…I am left questioning me.” there’s room to explore. What kinds of questions did you ask? Where were you at the time? How did those questions impact your ability to keep it all straight? I use water imagery a lot in my writing so I can vouch for the ocean of options you could explore here. Pun mostly intended 😏
