Molassas

I feel like I was pushed
and trapped
in a sea of molasses. 
it’s sticky. and heavy.
I try to swim
through this incredibly thick matter
unable to breathe
surviving off of air bubbles.

moving through life
at the same pace molasses drizzles from a bottle.
while watching others swim
in their fluid, crystal clear waters.

my allies come to stay for a while
supporting me energetically as I try to swim.
but I remind myself
that at least I am still 
moving.