At times we tumble to the bottom of the sea and lay quiet over the mossy floor. We coil in darkness. Sometimes stretch in cool patches of light. We spy our reflections in warped, mottled looking glass, and struggle to swim in opposite directions.
But then there are times we stumble upon glistening treasure. Unearth masked memories. Open swollen doors and loosen rusty locks.
We float and sink, sink and float. Continuously rising and falling at the mercy of the deep.
But it’s when we hold hands though they are cold and unfeeling. When we join hearts though they are aching and unglued. When we fight together through the worn and the tired.
That our souls grasp at the watery stars just above our reach.
Together, we break the surface. Together, we beat the current. Together, we rise.
It’s what keeps us alive.