Hope floats

sinking in the deafening

din of deep

shadows

at the surface

 light flickers

in the crazy

brokenness of churning

water

at the bottom

breathless

in the mire

reaching

past the tangled web

burning lungs

holding on

holding it in

waiting to kick

to the surface

splash into the tingling

scream of thin

caressing air

hope

is breathing

in

Him

*This post is also linked to this week’s One Word at a Time blog carnival on hope and Tuesdays Unwrapped.