Song In The Darkness

This is my song in the darkness,
When the gloom chokes on my throat.
My dance in the water,
When my feet feels unsure.

Beginning as an uneasiness
Bubbling in my stomach;
Like the waves of a naughty sea
Rocking the boat playfully side to side;

The darkness crawled its way up my gut
Wanting total domination and expression.
Like the ocean feeling irritated
By my boat ON TOP of it.

En route its ascent it bypassed my heart.
Saving the best for last, maybe!
Like the ocean biding its time.
Conspiringly building up a hurricane!

A first creep out my throat,
And a dark foul mist seeped through.
Like that cursed wave
That cracked my boat.

But the external rules and constraints, and my shame
Wouldn’t allow it out wide.
Just as I could easily patch my leak
With some misconceptions and outward acts of good.

No way the darkness was giving up.
But it didn’t act as predicted.
Or, did the sea respect that sailor
Who patched a leak with clay?

Many mothers know how to get a baby’s mouth open –
Some pressure on the cheek near the jaw.
And many little children know how to wreck the hardest clay –
A little soaking in water with a little patience.

Darkness was better than that.
It grasped lower –my throat.
Knowing that with time, the clay would give way,
The sea just kept at it.

Going for my air, it knew that eventually
I’d open wide my mouth wide, or die.
After all, I couldn’t watch the inevitable happen;
I’d have to abandon a doomed boat.

So, would I allow my darkness out,
Or take it down with me to the grave?
Knowing that stepping out to see if I could stand
Would be better than sticking with a sinking boat.

This is my song in the darkness,
When the gloom chokes on my throat.
My dance in the water,
When my feet feels unsure.

See me give up the ghost,
As the darkness weakens its hold.
And I am staggering ON TOP of the sea,
Completely out of my safety boat.

I take my last breath,
As the darkness goes to sleep;
Leaving me at a loss for breath,
As the waters start flooding my lungs.

MY story ends here.
Not the expected happy ending.
The image of a drowning man,
Sinking faster than the speed of time.

Now, the birth of a new creature;
Living, darkness-free.
Who knew there was an island nearby,
And the drowning man would step on solid rock.

A new creature living for the light –
A light that engulfs and liberates.
So firm he could never go down again –
An island beyond dreams.

Now, there’s still a lot more darkness all around him.
That is another story!
For now, let him find security and certainty –
Much better than the illusion of safety on the boat.

P.S.: The darkness –the evil within.
The second half of each stanza dealt with the ocean part of the story. This has to do with the testing of those principles, mindsets and beliefs always believed to be true.