Swim

Calling out her voice is lost inside the very darkness that oppresses her,
It is cold, so very cold as she struggles to keep a hold of her starving heart,
Keep her head above the broken sea of pain and anguish,
Or drown upon the murky water of despair – lungs filling with evil,
Cling to whatever keeps her above such sorrow as the waves roll over,
Walls of mystic water crash, she spills over each charcoal crest,
Breathe another air of life; inhale the discovery of something new,
One last effort to survive the terrible elegance of moving waves,
Before the next assault from the wrath of the sea,
A waif upon a life preserver of fading hope and mourning is she of disjointed thoughts and emotions,
Each snarling wave rips through her faith,
As if Hell will rise from the depths of the sea to swallow her,
Eyes gazing up toward the Heavens, could someone only save her
The Angel of Water to gather her in her welcoming arms,
Low thunder of waves breaking upon the white sand shore,
Chaste white sand kisses her beaten body as she dozing upon the shoreline,
She can breathe once more; follow the radiance that flickers faintly in the darkness…