Friday, June 6, 2014


I'm in a pool of black water. I look around me and I'm surrounded by it.
Black, dirty water. Full of dead things.
The water's too cold, and I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
It's pulling me down, into the abyss of black nothings.
I struggle, and kick and push and tread to stay up but it's almost useless.
I'm growing tired and I'm freezing and I think my legs have stopped moving.
How deep will I go? 
Is there a bottom to this or will I keep sinking, sinking, sinking and fade into black.

Suddenly, a hand reaches out and with all my might, I push myself forward to grab it.
That strong hand is effortlessly pulling me out.
Up, up and up. 
And just like that, I'm out of the water.
I'm.. above.

I'm in a white space now, so white and so pure.
Standing in front of me is my rescuer.
I can't see his face, but I know who he is. 
Like a child would know their father, I know who he is. 
A gentle breeze washes over my body and blows away the remaining rancid black water off my skin.
I've never been so clean.

He sits down and I'm filled with such thanksgiving and glee that I begin to express myself in dancing and in singing. 
I twirl around him, I sing boldly.. And all that I'm focusing on is the smile on his face.
That smile..
It makes me want to keep pleasing him, to keep that beautiful smile on his face.
And so I dance on and sing on as he watches. His loving eyes never leaving me.
I'm in peace, I'm in joy, I'm liberated.