the storm within

A rough drowning, the heart sinks, low lower, breathing water, desperate and alone, the heart that is misunderstood settles at the bottom of the ocean amongst the seaweed, yearning like the coral sings for the sun and the sand yearns for some treasure to be buried there to keep it company with its preciousness, the darkness creeps and catches your doubt and freezes it cold, a life needs water and sunlight, but at the bottom of the sandy cravass, the cold dark water ripples in the emotions and sends a repeated signal of pain to the shores of the skin and indifference. the miracle of life is not always so, and so i lay swaying in the sand at the bottom , waiting for treasure to fall and embrace me.