Trudged Seas

It begins with the silence,

Down the walls crumble that aid in blindness.

Noises of hums flutter, deafening, yet perfect,

Every touch now is a new vibration, buzzing of a new circuit.

The wells of water trickle to the windows, seeping slyly,

Only your breathe blows to fog the wells your mind bundled so nicely

For what lies beyond what we feel inside the dam built upon our layers?

Layers stripped away like splinters from a ship, destroyed by a drunken sailor.

Each one to prick and prod in places most uncomfortable,

Yet once plucked the blood that gushed free from all informidable.

There comes the wave of silence crashing against our rocky sea,

All they hear is that crash sloshing away while it muffles our begging pleas.

It is like to be held under sea and be brought to surface to breathe,

It felt so wonderful to gasp and be free, but yet you almost want again to be held underneath.

Reminding you that there is a sea, that there is the sand,

That there is more than just the surface, more than just the land.

To forget is a curse, yet a blessing they once said,

It is a beauty to forget and be in bliss, just to remember all over again.

Though some do not ever come up the sea, 

They float abyssfully garggling the salt with smiles of glee.

Then some come from the land, wisping in sand, fictitiously gloating afar,

For they dip their toes in trudged waters, wishing they felt the fear it offers.

For they do not know how deep it goes, since only a soul can reflect the depth of the waters.

Then theresome be those who know, how deep it goes, for they have swam in every depth.

They sink to swim, they fail to win, only they can explore all that is kept.

Kept tucked beneath, their roaring sea, only to fight against their own beliefs.

They drown to breathe, they would die to believe, it is the only way to escape their inescapable wrongs.

To come up for air, each time is not fair, when you think our mind succumbing to despair.

To breathe what is true, to feel the virtue, you must first strip yourself bare.

Shed away the skin, that hones ourselves in, only to unleash what wavers within.

For we forget these small tests, the pestulant mind begins to rest, it resets all that we knew.

Forgtefulness is key, to unlock all what we see, and remember what is true.

The waters where we stay, is only for sadness to sway, ourselves apart from you.

Together we can swim, find our treasure within, and breathe once more for Him.