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By Cora ColinaPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

Purged underwater in a river that pushed rapidly down stream

I tried to swim but the current grew stronger as it pulled me

I flew under the water

it filled my lungs

threw me up against a rock in just enough time to expel the liquids within for one sip of breath

and then again and again and again it repeated this ritual to purify me ...

It took me with it through wet lands relentlessly pulling me closer and closer to the sea ...

There it released me out into its blue mouth together it's warm and cold

Lips absorbed me .

It held me there softly pulled me into its bosom beneath

I became one of its own , I learned there in the deepest waters to again find my breath .

I became every creature that swam the shallows to the deep . I was the sand and the sand was me . The ocean cradled me there peacefully it nurtured me . Told me all of its stories ... Showed me all of its hidden mystery . I was safe .

I climbed into the mouth of a oyster . As one tiny speck of sand . There I sat , there I became .... Layer after Layer it gave me all of its beauty For years I grew there becoming the most magnificent pearl .

Slowly I grew opening the mouth of my shell , one centimeter at a time . A gentle moving current carried me towards the shore closer and closer to the light . Sifted I was through the particles and creatures of my sea. Each one putting effort to greet me with light . I was protected , respected . For I had once been all of these things. They loved me as their own because I was their own, and in that I belonged to them as much as they also belonged to me . I was their jewel.

As my light began to shimmer through the cracks they pulled me closer to the waters transparency

Closer to shore

Up towards the great sky to feed my light

There in the light

I grew my arms , and my feet , a womb and in it the same speck that grew me waiting to take seed.

The warmth of light I invited to pour over me as I stretched my my arms and feet opening my abalone shell completely . I stretched in the glory . There beneath its crystal reflection of the sea .

Cora Colina

surreal poetry

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