There was a deep sea I once dared to cross,
Pitch black and devoid of life.
The cold, bitter sea cannot be bothered
with almost certain uncertainties.
The tips of the waves were razor sharp,
Imposed is a gentle reminder that my flesh is not steel.
What exists beneath the water's ragged teeth?
..I don't need to be told,
for I am well acquainted with that darkness & that fear;
We've shared a bed, twin-sized, for twenty-two years.
The winds lashed and the waves churned.
"Get out now!", they screamed at me.
But where, how, when there's nowhere to go?
The only possible direction is down, straight below.
The ocean stole my soul, as it swallowed me whole.
Down here,
air is a luxury that I'm denied
again and again,
regardless of time spent
begging for the weight of
the water to relent,
and set me free.
But, it took water filling up my lungs
for me to finally feel peace--
to live where silence exists without grief.
I am at the ocean's whim,
I follow, and it leads.
All the while, I beg and I plead,
"Take me home, wherever home is, please...."
The current reacts violently to my request.
I'm spun around, turned upside down
and I have lost my way.
But my way can't save me anymore.
The waves push. They pull. I give in to their will.
And they surrender me to the shore.
A watery tomb left behind.
The surface is near.
hurry
quickly
I gasp for fresh air,
Inhale
a deep breath,
an incredible breath
just breathe..
I found what I was searching for.
