Shining Thru

The waves crash over head and pull you towards the bottom simultaneously.  Further and Further out, don’t let he panic set it, keep fighting towards the light.  Reaching and pulling the water down but not moving, no match for the strength of the towing force.  Never dreaming this would be the end, the panic starts to rise up, suppressing it long enough to realize you need to keep the air in your lungs and not in the water.  Starting to choke as the air slowly seeps out, praying for release from the tide below, only wanting to join the laughter of the friends on top.  Never expecting it to be now….you’re drowning….in over your head….risk it all, fight, claw for the top.

Rain drops drumming down on the rooftop

The rhythm matching feelings of the day

Fast, slow, happy, sad, depressed, neutral

All a flood of emotions that over flowed throughout the day

Listen to the calming sound thumping down from above you

In the warm embrace of the candle light you sit and watch

Listening and watching the storm outside, enjoying the cozy feeling

The feeling that the coat of rain makes as you listen to it come down around you

Not able to touch you the music flows through the strength of the storm

Everyone watches from the windows or under the coverings

Listening and playing along with the beat of the storm in your mind

I stumble as I walk through the dimly lit maze, another turn.  Focusing on the torch light up ahead I keep moving.  Frustrated at all of the breakthroughs and stumbles.  Looking each way from the center.  Going Left or Going Right….how am I to know?  I hear something so I move in the opposite direction.  Lost among the massive passages.  Continuing to move out of sight. Continuing to move without a map.  I wonder how long I’ve been walking.  I’m starting to ache.  No time to slow down.  No time to look first.  Keep walking, round and round, this way and that.  Lost in the dim light of the tunnel.  What was that?……Was something there, or just a shadow jumping up and down on the wall?  Did something move down there?  Taking the torch off the wall I continue to move.  Keeping close to the wall, I wonder what will happen next.  I wonder if I will ever get out.

Running through the darkness, tripping and slipping

Looking back trying not to fall

Quickly struggling up the hill, dashing through the trees

Not believing what you saw

You keep running, not knowing what else to do

Not wanting to accept it, you keep going

Who to go to?  Who to trust?  You haven’t a clue

All you can do is run and keep running

Never stopping for  a moment of piece

Never leaving behind any type of disgrace

Not wanting to lose face, you smile at least

It doesn’t last long, the fake emotion you project

Moving through the darkness you keep moving

Still unwilling to think you dodge another rock

Go around the bench, not wanting to accept losing