Suspended Silence

I melt into the water, and it engulfs me.

I don’t have to wonder who to be.

I lay suspended in silence.

I don’t miss sound’s absence.

I can just pretend everything’s okay.

I won’t become worldly prey.

I swim under the surface like I’m flying.

It’s like therapy-I’m forever undying.

Aren’t you scared?” they ask, “of sharks?”

“Aren’t you scared of murderers?”

I’ve hit the mark.

The rippling surface like a stained glass window.

The waves rise in perfect crescendo.

When I emerge, I’m not scared anymore.

Because I’m not quite who I was before.