Never in my life have I treaded thoughts in my mind,
An ocean, an abyss,
Shark infested at times,
As in a bad dream where there is no beginning and no end,
Caught between two islands hopelessly cannot swim,
Merely tread in one place,
Kicking with mild ferocity,
Periodically looking up to the sky debating if I should stop,
And sink below the cool waters,
Weightless eyes opened serenity uninterrupted,
Tho tentacles sting and pierce my soul,
And I begin to bleed rapid and out of control,
No one no where to call my own or my home,
Gaffed hooked gutted no more,
Pain escapes as does weakness I'm told,
One without the other has no meaning,
As my old self floats up to the surf,
Metamorphosis of irrelevant being,
Transforming into what I know I should,
My arms and legs begin to move on,
Towards this island oasis just off of the coast.