Beneath the waters so deep and so dark,

I lay awake waiting for the light to make mark,

Forms take shape, be this the dawn?

The sun rose above with stretch and a yawn.

Hope brings life, a face within mine,

Who is this stranger; this heroine so fine?

With long curls and air, she aids me to breathe,

With a smile and love, the tension does relieve.

Buoyant I rise, once more to be born,

The surfaces grows boundless, the horizon forlorn.

My face strikes air, the sky my first sight,

Goodbye to the ocean, goodbye to the night.


From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories


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