Float
They say it is all about going with the flow,
but the water crashes over me,
trying to pull me under.
The flow talks in ripples and waves.
Their words trickle through my mind.
They say jump in the deep end of the pool,
but I can’t see the bottom,
and I don’t know what is lurking.
The surface looks unbreakable,
like a glass ceiling.
They say the feelings come in waves,
but they arrive without warning,
some just get me wet,
others try to drown me.
The waves wash over me,
the rhythm of them crashing
is deafening.
They say it is as sure as the tides,
but the tides come and go as they please,
kissing the shoreline,
carving their own path.
The tide is controlled by the moon.
She is in charge of it all.
They say don’t fight the current,
but I don’t know where it is heading,
what if it is somewhere dark.
The current drives down,
pulled by something
under the surface I cannot see.
So I stop fighting.
I lie back.
I float.
And going nowhere,
I look up and down
at the vast power of the water and the sky,
two forces working together,
wiser than me,
stronger than me,
holding the whole moving world.
The same water that was pulling me under
is the water that now holds me up.
The same dark I was afraid of
is the dark that always holds the stars.
Let it all flow through you.
With love, still becoming, xoxo ~amy