Up From the Bottom

I've been under for quite a while now,

drifting in the deep dark -

the cold of the endless silence

like a peaceful slumber.

Monotony can be nice

especially when it's so far below

away from the heat;

the blinding light.

But when I take a breath

and let the cold waters rush in,

I still watch the bubbles escape

up, up, and up;

far above this bottomless ocean,

and I wonder what it might be like

to see them reach the surface.

To see how their inner light might come to life

in the rippling waves of the sun;

how the dark might break away

and let those gasps of air

break the surface of the ocean

for the very first time.