I will not drown.

I am breathing like a person,
Who knows there’s no control,
Who knows that survival,
Is sometimes the only goal.
Yet still I am a person,
Who knows that there are shifts.
Some times are for passing,
Others can be gifts.
You push on through the hardest parts,
And breeze on through the good.
I want to smell the flowers again.
I will not drown in this flood.