Watery underworld welcomes me, takes me in like an old friend. I cease to swim, surrender now to liquid dreams, sink into oblivion.
Take me, take me down; I’ve no memory of piercing rays or hope that blinded dark sensibilities. Render me a misfit, fish out of water.
Let me lie ensconced on ocean floor, shipwreck treasure hidden in mounds of shifting sand, happily forgotten, buried oyster without a pearl.
Then, when ultramarine waters have rounded off sharp edges let whipping whirlpool suck me up to sunlit sea for continued recovery.
Gentle waves shall rock me as cradle lulls the babe to sleep, and soon I'll find my heart and learn to feel again. Grace shall do its work effortlessly.
Blossomed sky of beauty shall unfold; sun shall envelop me with light energy, push, propel me upward, outward, onward toward higher purpose.
Now watery underworld beckons. Unafraid, I know fright’ning descent shall be followed by a glorious resurrection, life, pearly white.
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Reindeer
Powerfully beautiful, an exceptional piece!
Love, Sheila
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Profound and beautiful work here Dawn..
really well done...sad...but lovely..
floria
I do hope this well-written piece is only a poem and not your
real feelings...
It reminded me of Virginia Woolf's diary, and I shivered!!!