Saturday, September 27, 2008

Deep Sea

Toes over edge
Eyelids resting
Serenity slips over her body
She wants nothing more
Than to be one with the water
To escape the complications of the cold, harsh land
She wants to be weightless
Of more things than just pounds
She wants to bubble with the foam
And rise and fall with the tides
And so she goes
Knees to chest
Hand over nose and mouth
Falling
But to her, the fall is worth it if she gets to float.
Her body is stung with the impact
And the freezing temperature.
She comes up for breath
And is shot back down
By the force of the ocean's arms.
She is sinking
Slowly, painfully
Her sense of freedom is now the ball and chain
that keep her prisoner of the deep sea
As her feet hit the sand
She suddenly hears a voice
One distant and barely audible
She must listen closely
And as she does
It seems to wrap around her
And embody her.
The fear slowly rushes out
And she feels safe.
As she rises to the top
And takes her first breath
She realizes there was never really a voice
She doesn't need guidance
She is her own caretaker and savior.
It was her own voice whispering
"Just keep swimming"
That kept her alive.

2 comments:

Life's a Lucid Coma said...

This is by far my favorite one yet. Your writing is sensual and emotional.

chelle said...

i really like this one, although written a while ago..i feel like it connects with my situation now.

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