I occasionally (very rarely) wonder what it would be like to drown. Would I fight till the end or accept and allow the water to fill my lungs like water from the womb and peacefully pass away?

Yes, as I typed that I started thinking poem and added the simile clause

4/15 addition: The first part of this comment did grow into a poem that Debra published last night in her pub, Imogene’s Notebook: https://medium.com/imogenes-notebook/wandering-wonderings-13b8b9c614b1#97f8-ea0e6d4160f4