Like a shell from the shore line,
I had drowned,
a slowly sinking beauty,
cascading to darkness,
under a murky surface.
Sunlight shined above,
but never penatrating my murky,
sorrows that I hid under,
because I wasn't ready for it,
and part of me didn't want it.
Slowly I became frustrated,
with my own confinement,
evantaully hitting the bottom of the ocean,
with nowhere left to run,
I cried for redemption and forgiveness.
The sunlight began to seep in through,
and I've risen to the surface,
ready to be happy.
Like a lilipad I float,
an ever rising fragile hope,
trying to light the world.
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