UNDER THE WATERS

I don't see the bottom in this sea

and the storm is near

I feel its sharp touch on my soul.

I don't see if under me

there are pikes

or sharks, which could swallow me in one bite.

You can see

even in the depth of the surface, I know, 

you carry the same depth within you,

but you only see sharks, 

yet

encourage me to dare

because you don't trust your senses.

You have never dived so dangerously, have you?

Neither do I.

And the depth of these waters

can find our Achilles heel

and like a spear strikes us mercilessly, without warning.

You do this to me ...

take me adrift

further and further away from the safe beach

and I'm dizzy and I'm scared

but I hear your voice calling me and I can no longer ignore it

even if I don't understand if it's a desperate cry

to ward off sharks ... or me.

You made me discover that I have a secret power

I don't want to hide anymore

I don't want to freeze, I don't want to run away

I don't want to lose you, I will fight to have you

to reach you, I will not give you up.

Do you hear it, when I cry out your name underwater?

Am I drowning or rising to the surface again?

© Diana Mistera 2020