While engulfed in the darkness, clinging to hope
I had no idea how vast the ocean really was.
My only vantage point was the next gigantic wave
Washing over me…forcing me under.
How many times did I claw my way to the surface?
And yet, I’m acutely aware of each and every time.
Surviving doesn’t always feel victorious.
Sometimes it feels like crippling fear.
I try not to let my mind go there,
But my mind has a mind of its own…
Protective and suspicious of the sun, relentless in the vigil of preparing for the worst.
And if the worst never comes?
A life wasted?
Today, I’m not in the sea.
Today, I’m at the top of the highest mountain.
Descent is inevitable, I know.
But today, I’m kissing the clouds.