The rocks ahead do not portend the coming of shore
Jagged and biting the remains of dreams and gore
No sandy beach to lay upon basking in the glory of the sun
only silty grave as blanket and deep darkness above
no, the shore that is seen not on a horizontal plain
but a vertical direction that only gravity may explain
rock bottom it's called with up the only way to be bold
but breath abated no longer can ye hold
fear is what brings you and in fear you remain
the distance so great the thought of travel insane
The crushing darkness so strangely comforting
No longer the threat of pain and hurting
It is safe below all that has past and shaming
No more the anger, fear or longing
Yet, there be that speck of color
That low glimmer of light
Perhaps enough to give strength to push from the bottom with might
Desperate swimming lungs burning
Struggling for the surface
Fingertips break free grasping for purchase
Again and again this may happen with waining of strength
When giving in seems easier than warring with the depth
