Drowning

Some people drown in the sea of past deeds, things that haunt opaquely. Others sink under the waves of today, the assignments to hand in, the sorrows to combat, the joys to survive. And still others are driven under the cool translucent water of the future, struggling with the worst of all - the unknown.

The deceptive clarity of that water is what burns the most as it fills the lungs, the esophagus, and the mouth. Deception! Betrayal! The hidden shoals, reefs, wrecks under the waves. You said it was smooth sailing! Lies! Deception! BETRAYAL!

As the water wraps around, caressing the face with more intimacy and tenderness than any mother, who wouldn't wish to become a dolphin and to swim away with a strong tail to propel you deeper into the darkness? No matter how deep the dolphin goes, the pressures they submit to, the light they relinquish, they always rocket up out of the water - reaching for the moon, the sun, the star - arching over the broken water, becoming momentary joy, before plunging back down. Down and up.

For every down, there is always and opposite direction.