Detouring Writer's Roadblock

Unexpected colors

Thundering roar.

Drawn first to the distance

And light, purest white.

Clouds painted

Water alive.

Eyes widening at the growing crown

I can't breathe, I must breathe.

Body rising

Gravity slanting sideways.

Terror rising in my chest and mind

So small now, ears full of sound.

Higher, higher

Please take me higher.

Darkness surrounding

Watery cave.

I try to scream

Upside down.

Only a moment

Will it never end?

I grasp and frail

So powerful yet elusive, water slips through my hands

And tosses me where it will.