WATER TOSSED
We survivors are thrown into this water clothed in what we think is our armor, years of creating it's shield only to find it immediately begins to soak through. At first our carefully constructed armor protects us from the jagged rocks and even the fall from the peak. Only to later snag, drag and gag us in the water eddies and rapids.
For some these waters are deep and slow, muddy and suffocating. For others they are rushing faster and faster a ride of intense adrenal rush. Then for others they are the endless waves of saltwater. How many times our lungs ready to burst for want of air or fill with water spattering. Kicking, treading, tossed and dashed we survivors learn to swim, hold our breath, and eventually remove the armor. Still others tire helplessly giving into the comfort of a watery grave. The waters have hypnotic qualities and a draw, that tricks, as well when we were first introduced as newborns.
Regardless of water's perpetual motion there's always a shore or cliff, a place to drag oneself onto. Sometimes there's a hand to help us ashore, which leaves us another choice. Once ashore we're left hailing the world naked. That alone can drag us back into the water for yet another go at finding a way to not see the starkness of what was our shaping.
Sometimes I wonder if the water hasn't shaped us so well that we now can't survive on dry land?
Nikie...
For some these waters are deep and slow, muddy and suffocating. For others they are rushing faster and faster a ride of intense adrenal rush. Then for others they are the endless waves of saltwater. How many times our lungs ready to burst for want of air or fill with water spattering. Kicking, treading, tossed and dashed we survivors learn to swim, hold our breath, and eventually remove the armor. Still others tire helplessly giving into the comfort of a watery grave. The waters have hypnotic qualities and a draw, that tricks, as well when we were first introduced as newborns.
Regardless of water's perpetual motion there's always a shore or cliff, a place to drag oneself onto. Sometimes there's a hand to help us ashore, which leaves us another choice. Once ashore we're left hailing the world naked. That alone can drag us back into the water for yet another go at finding a way to not see the starkness of what was our shaping.
Sometimes I wonder if the water hasn't shaped us so well that we now can't survive on dry land?
Nikie...