The Journey

Out of darkness from which I harbor no fear, I rise with confidence toward a light, dim, indicating some distance I must yet travel, to reach this journeys end. My thoughts revolve around my destination, full and content, I glide buoyant in a sea never devoid of life, a sea accustomed to maintaining the lifeblood of my world, providing everything, except what I now need, the reason for this journey. I look forward toward the light, now less dim, in anticipation, my heart beats faster, propelling me anxiously toward this journeys end. I feel urgency, a pressure in my chest demanding relief; I experience this process many times each day, a mild inconvenience, to live my way. Upward, always upward, the light suddenly bright, I am the leviathan of the sea, my weight is my might, I fear nothing, if not for my need, for all my size and strength, my greatest need comes not from the sea. Suddenly in full light, my bulk lifts to fantastic height then crashes back, a plume of water shoots in all directions, as displacement begins, stale air is driven from my lungs; I lie quietly, a moment gone by, I draw in volumes expanding my lungs full of life giving air, the pressure relieved, my tissue saturated, renewed, I live fully again, preparing once more, my journey now, into the deep, this journey, to be repeated over and over, again.