Ghost with a Pulse

Unseen, awake

The voices call it hell underwater
but I call it living
with eyes trained for the dark
with burning blood growing hotter

Panic taps like trapped breath
that I pretend not to hear 
I move like I'm swimming
I move as if I chose depth

The voices say to just float
as if surrender felt light 
as if invisible weight
weren't dragging me down, remote

What floats is what I grieve
what sinks is what I keep
I hold my breath in silence
watch the surface drift and leave