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Give credence to the undertow

The tide that grips my inner self

Pulling me below the surface

Below the oil slick of life outside

 

A cold current runs beneath

Sweeping thoughts away

Reducing time to painful breaths

Gripping my heart in endothermic exchange

 

Leave the surface behind

These thoughts better left forgotten

Of words lacking trust

And the lonely tableau of my vision

 

A pull, a push easily takes this shell

Rocking me in idle motion

Between opposing goals

Of mind and emotion

 

Icy cold offers surcease

A numbness to spread through my limbs

Surrender to the dark current

Give in to the alien embrace

 

Basalt formations confront me

These obstacles of desire

Hatred and hurt block my path

And sequester the freedom of action

 

Close these eyes, both inside and out

And fight for forgetfulness

Selective amnesia as an anesthesia

To block the taint of surface thoughts

 

Sear the frayed ends with fire or ice

Curb the jangling twinges of misfired nerves

But if I swim into the rip tide

Will I have the strength to pull myself free?

 

No cries for help will be heard

Distant understanding is all I can expect

Vague reproach for foolish actions

No foreign shores with helping hands

 

From sunlit jade to deepest emerald

The colors leech with depth to black

A thirsty flow speeds along the bottom

Drinking warmth from opened wounds

 

My body tingles in the chill

Limbs disappear forgetting how to swim

Retreating down deeper inside

I hold a corrupted breath in my lungs

 

Poisoned air from the sky above

Feeds my blood with its toxins

Keeping me from finding peace

Even in the darkest caress of the tide

 

Stubbornly I cling to the past

The reeking fire in my chest

Allowing it to stain the fibers

Of lifeless flesh and bone

 

A distant sound, older still

Chides decisions and childish reason

Commanding in a stern voice

To be rid of poison and frigid course

 

Extolling me to force new life

To wearied limbs forsaken

To leave the sunless depths

And return to the haven of home shores

 

I reach to the sun for warmth

But the current holds me fast

Nether realms increase the pressure

Bearing down upon this fragile vessel

 

Have I traveled far enough

To place the vultures below the horizon?

Will the skies be free from threat

Will the shores lack the rocky thorns?

 

I dare to raise my head

To steer beyond this swift conveyance

Maneuvering to free myself

From the entwining coils of submission

 

Pent up breath explodes from my chest

Of tales and thoughts suppressed

Cleansing my body with starvation

As I swim toward untainted air

 

Darkness recedes with returning warmth

Empty blood carries the venom away

Returning weakened life to limbs

Granting unified movement in the effort to rise

 

A long, breathless moment passes

The pressure slackens easing my ascent

Ears register the change of depth

But the eyes detect no further brightening

 

I break the surface to stormy skies

The moon hidden behind heavy clouds

Waves carry me through crest and trough

Mingling salt with raindrop tears

 

I scan the distance in glimpses

Searching for familiar sights

Some mark of land or stretch of sky

That speaks of where I have drifted

 

Far out to sea, no land in sight

Neither resented nor desired scenes

I draw renewing air deep within

From skies I have never seen

 

My body trembles with new life

Returning from a paralytic brink

A catharsis flows in with oxygen

To awaken my veins with new sustenance

 

I do not know the waters I swim

The canopy of clouds deny my navigation

But new horizons expand before me

Bringing hope of an approaching sunrise

 

[© 1998 Joseph Wheeler, all rights reserved]

 

 

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