Stormy sounds

Sometimes stormy sounds

Resound

Here within the deep

As I try to keep myself from falling

Even further

Down

Into

The gravitational pull

Of the past

Sometimes it feels as though

This time

May be the last time

I draw breath

It makes no rational sense

Whatsoever

But when the ghosts of old conspire

To tie my thoughts in knots

The clear light and possibility of this present day

Disappears

Or is eclipsed

Completely

These are the moments to trust

That in time I will be restored

That in time if I am patient

An open door

Will appear

Out of nowhere

And when I feel the waters

Begin to move inside me

Then I know that you

Are drawing near

And when we touch

Even only in our minds

There is a kind of peace that falls

Upon both souls

Like gentle rain

I know too much now

To ever doubt

The truth of this again

And that is why feeling the pain

Of my past

Is so necessary

As a reminder

Of where I no longer

Wish to live

Of the place

I no longer

Long

To drown inside