Submarine
Sometimes, it feels like I am under millions of gallons of
crushing water. The pressure is so great, I don’t know how I can bear it
another moment. Breath, which is life, can seem so far away when under these
waters. It is an inhospitable place, not meant for humans.
And worse, when I look up, I see with distorted perception.
The water blurs the view of the sky. It shimmers and undulates in meaningless
patterns that make it difficult to discern Truth amidst lies.
And Truth is all that can save me. All that can keep me from
going down into the deep abyss, the chasm of darkness below me that does not
permit light to shine.
And then there is the undertow. That ever-present
threatening current that is just inches below your feet. One wrong move, and it
seems like you could be sucked away, out of your own control, into a whirlpool
of exhaustion and desperation in which you fight, so hard, to escape but you
can never seem to manage.
But there is that Truth. There. It can save me. It is above
the water, waiting. Waiting for me to see. If I could just see it, I could
ascend. From the waters of death to waters of life.
Serendipitously, I have a periscope.
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