Lifted

I’m sinking
In the oceanic depths
Of my broken
Life.
In a world on my own,
An adult, worth meaning.
I’m sinking.
Stuffed in a heavy diver’s suit,
Suffocating
But not dying
Yet.
I’m sinking
Lower and lower
And lower.
I see the light water disappear
Right before my eyes
And submerge
Into the deep, dark
Uncharted waters.
Salt and brine
Strange ugly fish
Greet my face.
I’m sinking
I’m sinking
I’m sinking
I’m choking, squirming, slicing up rain.
Water invades my lungs and just
Before I inhale my last ounce
Of breath-----------

I am saved.

Grazing skywards
The cord tugs at my waist
And I am propelling upwards
Faster than all emotion and stature.
Past all worry and sorrow.
So fast, that the sea-life is a blur
Of intangible fishes and intangible kelp
Of unchangeable seaweed and unfathomable corral.
I whip past the darkness
And head towards the light.
I’m lifting.
I’m lifting.
I’m lifting.
The air POPS!!!
All around me
And I BURST!
From the salty water
Of lulling purgatory
And stiffly remove my brass plated diving helmet.
Whoooooooooooosh!!!
It’s now off, and I painfully take my first
Breath of crystal air.
I’m free.
I’m awake.
I’m here.
Lifted.