The Butterfly

I don't grumble all the time aloud.

This is a little pearl: I mostly grumble in silence. From a whispered mumble, to myself, these words are true:

Everything's going to be o.k., your disintegrating soul is due, you'll be joyful in this life, waiting to begin anew.

AFTER SEA CHANGE.

I'm awakening through deep slumber with still shut eyes, hearing the flow of water lightly brush against all around me, held carefully by the pale blue tranquil sea. "Where could I be?" *Exhale of relief when shut eyes open* Blue skies pour my soul with amazement. Rising from where I lie to the soles of feet, "Oh, how these waters are deep." Takes a step and trusts I won't fall in under surrounded by dark depths of despair. Few more steps I take before my right foot can touch the water, then I slip down under. Natural instincts happen thinking you can reach out for something solid to grasp on to. WHERE ARE YOU?! From tranquil waters to thundered waves I struggle out of breath to scream,

" AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAVE YOUR DAUGHTER?!"