Below the Surface

This selfish, irresponsible, downright childish, yet still present dream

screams through the muted lungs of youth.

 

Long gone and forgotten,

in a past that has been suppressed longer than the dust that sinks upon it like a weight in the sea.

 

It sits, rusting,

near its breaking point

in the murky depths of the unforgiving ocean of adult responsibility,

waiting for a moment of release.

Waiting for the moment when the shackles break under the pressure,

sending its all too willing slave spiraling to the surface,

and the sweet chaos of freedom can ensue.

When all that has been held within a chains reach in the unforgiving waters is finally given a chance, to taste the sweet spray of the newborn waves above;

to be swept up in the arms of moonlight and laid gently upon the shore.

 

For on the sun warmed sands, the castle within the dreams of a muted youth

may echo over an unconscious world.

Reviews

[Sarah]

I loved it, lovely write...

[Raya Avans]

I absolutely loved this! Flawless. I liked how you wrote it, how you had the different fonts and sizes emphasizing this and that, which i may you chose what was emphasized very well. Very much enjoyed reading this :) added it to my favorites.

~ rae