Breathe in deeply,
an inhale to sustain life everlasting,
then submerge beneath rolling waves,
drifting like a feather on a breeze,
to cleanse a heart, a soul.
Relax,
release,
pressure washing away,
waves rising and falling,
water flowing by,
a babbling brook silenced,
flushing out fears.
Tokens of pain,
once heavy ballasts,
now feather-light,
rise to the surface,
recognised,
remembered,
understood –
let go.
They float away,
carried by ceaseless currents,
going,
going,
gone.
These waters are beautiful,
swirling pools of blues and greens,
ice cold and unreachable,
warm like a fire on a bitter winter's night,
reflection of purity and cleansing,
a looking glass.
These waters are ethereal,
they are treacherous,
dangerous,
uncontrollable.
But this is life, my life,
unknown,
unexpected,
electrifying,
exhilarating.
I surface slowly,
new like the first winter's snow,
taking one step, then two,
running,
leaping,
loving you.