Deep Waters

My heart is a mess! My heart is a mess!

I flail in deep waters putting you to the test.

Though solid my anchor, and solid my hope.

Sinking my ambitions, and sinking my boat.

I flail in deep waters though I should remember to tread.

The shock of the cold has consumed me with dread.

Strong are the arms wrapping my head.

Panicked I think it the grip of the dead.

I flail in deep waters, I fight with all my might.

Spreading my fingers I claw for the light.

Life is in the light, though perhaps through death I strived.

I rest in deep waters, not sure if I’ve survived.

I feel the arms still around me, warm and dignified.

Comforted I am trusting that I am yet alive.

But what is this I am breathing?

And who is this in whom I hide?

Lydiangeline

November 2017