The Blue Line

Life feels sparse on the deep sea floor...
always waiting for a glimmer of light.

waiting & waiting.

Nothing on the sea-floor is changing,
for it's still dark, cold, and lonely.
The silence is deafening;
only tortured by my own thoughts.

waiting & waiting.

Then, I give up on waiting for the light
and
finally give in to Me,
creating a spark which ignites
an inner light

with this i stir, and start drifting up from the depths,
guided by the act rather than the hope.

eventually, i see the sun's rays peering through the surface.

I'm washed ashore;
and with that first breath,
self was born.

i was
w a i t i n g
for what was always inside of me.