My Ocean's Wonders
Just like the deepest depth of the ocean, I am filled with unknown wonderous discoveries yet to be made. What I do know of, is the ongoing battle above the surface. The two and throw, and back and forth of my thoughts, the wonder I have about the depths below, and the fear that stops me from deep sea diving.
Above the waters surface is beginning to feel uninhabitable. The battles constant firing has began to trade fresh air for dense smoke. The fog, so thick, but my lungs still inhale. It flows into my body and begins to feel like poisonous tar, as it slimes into my veins. My skin begins to feel tarnished, my muscles lose power and my bones are now so fragile.
Meanwhile my mind, although foggy, screams and hollars in the odd clearing, desperately trying to alert me and calm the chaos, but it only feeds the fight. The inner battle of worry is fed by the rush of anger. Anger so strong it fuels the self-doubt, insecurities, confusion and lack of confidence that were once only small grey clouds that passed overhead.
Terrified, I am terrified. Terrified that this battle will steal my ability to swim, that it may demolish the wonders below. Filled with yet more worry, I can no longer stay afloat. With no energy left to keep paddling, I let go.
As I sink, the fear is still present, but it seems irrelevant. I await the final feeling of impact as I hit the earth. The wait feels forever, like a slow and cruel end. In the silence I realise, I can no longer hear the crashes from the battle, and I can no longer feel the war wounds.
I open my eyes to feel the calm yet whirling water float away like I pulled out a giant plug in the ocean floor. Astonished, I inhale the biggest, purest breathe that I have ever tasted. Memorized, I gravitate towards stems and petals that glisten as sun's rays that belt through the clear skies and reflect on each droplet of water.
In the rush of relief I fall to my knees, and as my head bows a beautiful fragrance wooshes through my hair, deleicatley kissing my skin. A scent so pure it flushes my veins and clears my mind. It is then that I realise that the amazing sight around me, is me. Each beautiful craft of nature is the skills, passions and talents that can finally... flourish.