Thoughts

You know that feeling when you're underwater,

When you've been dumped by a wave?

But you're sinking, almost at the bottom.

Even though you don't really know which way is up,

Forgetting how salt water can burn.

Maybe...maybe water began as tears.

The salty ones that are raw, unhinged.

They trace ruthless ravines down your cheeks

With as much release as a volcanic eruption.

But underwater, they're washed out

From the distracting sounds of building waves.

You don't know where to go; what choice to make

Even in the tide will creep to the coastline anyway.

Follow it! You might've heard someone say...

But the hardest part is not knowing where they are now.

A tug as the current returns, to twist and turn you since your heart had calmed.

Yet your grounding has shifted;

Firmly set on the ocean's open mouth.

You've realised how the coral shines

And your own peace glows in this dark.

There's no need to break the surface

And greedily hunt for air.

This world will go on, as the ocean would.

So the greatness of the unknown is what carries you ahead.

Time later,

After wandering; learning the beauty of the deepest glowing spirals-

You find an urge to breathe again.

Steadily calling for the tide's shifts and pulls.

Rising now, to break in the brightest sea

Meeting others who the dark helped you find.

Their spirals fresh and magnificent still.

Their smiles and tears even more so.

The becoming of love,

Only possible after the anchor's drop.