Resuscitate..

from the ashes I flew

to observe the destruction below,

I saw the murky, shallow lake

which for so long I had engulfed myself.

I had learned to wade in a sea full of lies,

waiting for a change of the tide.

Then came the force of the Sun

once obstructed by the moon,

that with her stars, howls, and croaks,

had kept me enraptured with her compelling gaze.

With a subtle influence came the dawn,

and as she spoke, I returned to the shore.

There I gave thanks for what had been

and for whatever it is that before me lives..

Now I return to that ocean of me,

And once again I begin to breathe.

I swim with grace

back to,

the practical me.

At last, once again... 

I begin to breathe.