This is what the Higher Power is. Water
This is what I am. The swimmer.
The blood flowing through your body gets its energy from the movement of water.
It succumbs you.
It keeps you.
Just like the air willing your body to move.
And you love it.
You need it.
I need it.
Maybe you won't realize it until you are left alone.
Drowning and flailing about. Unknowingly.
No oxygen.
Alone. Lost. Continuously falling.
It isn't until your chasm is filled with utter sadness,
and the cuts and scrapes begin to sting, bruised by the ridged rocks in the water.
It isn't until then that I realized I needed to fall.
I needed to drown.
It has never been more clear; the beauty in life.
No matter how tough and rotten the circumstances.
Life is always beautiful.
This is what the Higher Power is. Water.
This is what I am. The swimmer.
