A Savior in the Dark Sea
Finding hope through a glimmer of sun
Within my soul, a darkness pulling me under
No longer treading water, sinking faster
Each heartbeat, a drum within my ears
The water a silent witness to my defeat
From winter to summer, a transformation of life
Still the warmth of the sun has yet to reach me
Under the surface, watching, waiting
Yearning for a glimmer, a tiny sparkle of hope
Slowly, gently, the water changes, no longer silent
Pushing at me to move, to look above
In the darkness for so long, my eyes refuse to see
A spark of light upon the rough surface
The light I’ve longed for seems like a mirage
The sunlight finally shining, leading me up
Before I move, I feel the warmth
The sun breaking through the water, giving me life
The cold in my soul begins to melt
As currents guide me through a beam of light
My inner sun begins to shine
Tethering me to the world above
I’ve been away for far too long
Will the world still accept me
As the light guides to break through the surface
I almost sink again, fearful of the unknown
Just like the sunlight breaks the water
Shining deep into the limitless sea
It buoys me, renewing my hope
Acceptance only matters from myself
Today, like the sun, I break through the water
No longer just treading, but walking
Finding my way to the shore again
Letting the sunlight cleanse my soul
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Krysta Dawn
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I like the contrast between start and finish here Krysta, and how the narrator's own mindset or mood shifts. From being "a silent witness to my defeat", they escape the water and are able to break free. Good luck in the challenge!
This felt like drowning and being saved in the same breath. Powerful imagery and quiet strength in every line. Beautifully written.