"Positive Sinking"
I'm a sinking rock..a small pebble surrounded by others..some sink and some float..mostly sink though..the world is sad..call it supreme depression..such a beautiful, magical place yet it's filled with bone-crushing heart ache..i yearn for light in such a dark place..I search for it..surrounded by forests that have always felt like magic to me..like a never-ending fairy-tale..its no wonder I truly love hiking in mountains..everything above me..crushing through the death of trees grown old..discolored leaves a sweet reminder of what used to be..still yearning to get to the top..for what? To look down at what used to be..to feel alive again knowing that it will pass..it passes by on the rocky slope downward..the sun still shining regardless of the bruises as I come crashing back down..water splashing, cold and awakening..and as I start to sink..just a tiny pebble, I know what surrounds me from above..life, death, sadness, pain..but that one moment always calls my name..to keep climbing, again and again..no matter how many times I sink..to feel that light
By: Dana
