Thunder-A

It was  like a thunder storm caught in my ocean on a sunny day.

The waves were calm.

I could see such captivating new things near me.

You came close to the shallow end where I was.

Like many things that are different, I was curious.

I wandered closer to you, and further from the shore.

I felt awoken,

I could hear them call to me from the shore

"Be careful don't go to far a storm was coming."

I didn't listen, I kept going.

I knew I couldn't swim.

Knew that I could drown,

previous adventure to the deeper end

always have proved them correct.

Knew of the dangers.

I still continued, 

my tunnel vision was set on you,

only you, you were all that mattered.

But when my eyes finally did open;

Everything was dark.

Gray, black and white clouds rolled in.

It was, not an all around darkness,

Colors where still there.

All the vibrant colors were diminished

to washed out tones, 

like they were old clothes hiding away in a dresser somewhere.

Like these colors were not good enough to be displayed in the closet, 

like the better brand (newer) clothes were.

The waves grew more aggressive,

almost angry that I had the nerve to even TRY to keep my head above water.

I looked on the shore, for my home, 

for the familiar smiling faces that I loved;

They were gone and all I could see was you.

If it wasn't the waves dragging me under,

I felt your hands atop my head;

holding underneath the angry water.

I fought, although I was close to asphyxiation

I found strength in my legs to stand up

Found strength in my voice to scream

Strength to dig my nails deep into you arm

while pushing them off of me.

Each time I tried to swim away,

I kept almost drowning but I knew I had to still TRY.

When I thought I could see the shore you grabbed my leg 

You pulled me under again.

You even tried to paint your thunderous tri-colored clouds angelic-white.

I believed it,I even tried to forget about the shore.

I tried staying under the aggressive waves,

I learned how to hold my breath long enough to just barely make through.

Finally it rained, washing away the not so water-proof paint on your clouds.

I stopped trying I intentionally didn't hold my breath

I let the water fill my lungs.

Just when I thought that I could be free,

that even though I wouldn't ever go back to the familiar shore I wished for,

I could reach a new paradise-like shore.

A shore absent of your presence,

THAT was when you pulled OUT of the water.

I unraveled your arms from me,

I through myself into the water;

the same waters I WANTED to kill me,

and swam. 

I swam as fast and as ferociously as a shark.

I had learned to propel my body in a speed I knew were not possible,

But I also learned your patterns.

I knew that as I looked back and I couldn't see you,

You would be back.

You grabbed my legs several times,

pulling me back to where the waves tried to reap revengeful havoc,

But still I kept swimming and fighting to get away.

Even when the waters were calm around me, I kept on.

I knew that until I saw MY shore line, Filled with my people

I would NOT stop.

I felt it, before I could even see the shore line.

it was a familiar face,

he smiled at me and gave me a red and white life saver

"Hold on."

I did as tightly as I could.

I also saw you looming not to far off from me.

I closed my eyes braced myself and I let this familiar man pull me to shore.

Half of me feared that the shore was closed off to me,

that when I got there they would prohibit my entrance because of my past disobedience.

finally reaching what felt like the furthest shore in all of the world,

I was greeted with warm embraces and kindness.

To this day I see you looming close to the shallow end, but I don't step off the shore.

 I do not swim not even for a little bit.

I think I will stay on my shore for a while longer,

not because I will not ever swim again

But because I still care and FEAR that you are STILL out there,

waiting. 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This sounds like one hell of an abusive relationship The keeps trying to kill you over and over again. So many storm lines.

Love the comparison to the shore and the deep end.