THE SWIM
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
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The waves are washing over me.
I'm drowning in this grief.
I look for shores to swim to
Or an island of relief.
I tread the murky water
Trying hard to stay afloat.
I'm pulled under by the current
Sinking to where there is no hope.
Submerged in total darkness,
Lying on the ocean's floor.
I contemplate my voyage
To that peaceful heavenly shore.
My chest is tightened by the surge.
In this seabed I can't breathe.
So I look toward the surface
To the place of my reprieve.
A light appears before me
With a hand for me to clasp.
Then I'm thrust above the surface
As I begin to cough and gasp.
I see the shore before me
So I swim towards the sand
But I gaze back at the water
Knowing that it understands.
Then I look to the horizon
At that other peaceful shore.
Someone is waiting for me
But motions not to drift that far.
The hand that rescued reaches high
And waves to me a fond goodbye.
Someday I'll see my angel
When I reach that ebbing tide.
So I turn towards that earthly shore
Drenched in the hope that I betrayed.
Stroke by stroke I reach the reef
And in the shallow sea I wade.
At last I find myself aground.
I lay there resting on the beach
As the waves engulf my being
Again I'm flooded by this grief.
So I build sandcastles to the sky
And I soak up lots of sun.
I splash around in memories
Of the days when life was fun.
The waters still entice me
And I know the current's strong.
I sometimes go out for a swim.....
I just don't stay out too long.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
In memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
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