My feet were paddling in the shallow ebbs
Of depression, I was poised on the edge.
But I could feel the waters surrounding
My being, and I was submerged in all.

I was immersed in sorrowful deliberation,
Where only parts were consumed now
All was submerged in tempered angst.
I was drowning slowly within myself.

When their is only darkness there is
Always a shadow of light lingering
Deep inward. Within some it is submerged
To deep to grasp a faint echo of hope.

For those who embrace that flicker of
Cleansing aspiration, the shores beckon
Once again. though their feet still wade
In the shallow edges but they are alive.

*"Even in darkness there is a glimmer to hold onto,