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Created on: May 01, 2009
The Journey
Out of darkness from which I harbor no fear,
I rise with confidence toward a light, dim,
indicating some distance I must yet travel,
to reach this journeys end.
My thoughts revolve around my destination,
full and content, I glide buoyant in a sea
never devoid of life, a sea accustomed to
maintaining the lifeblood of my world,
providing everything, except what I now need,
the reason for this journey.
I look forward toward the light, now less dim,
in anticipation, my heart beats faster,
propelling me anxiously toward this journeys end.
I feel urgency, a pressure in my chest demanding
relief; I experience this process many times
each day, a mild inconvenience, to live my way.
Upward, always upward, the light suddenly bright,
I am the leviathan of the sea, my weight
is my might, I fear nothing, if not for my need,
for all my size and strength, my greatest need
comes not from the sea.
Suddenly in full light, my bulk lifts to
fantastic height then crashes back,
a plume of water shoots in all directions,
as displacement begins, stale air is driven
from my lungs; I lie quietly, a moment gone by,
I draw in volumes expanding my lungs full
of life giving air, the pressure relieved,
my tissue saturated, renewed, I live fully again,
preparing once more, my journey now, into the deep,
this journey, to be repeated over and over again.
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