Faith In the Depths
It's everywhere.
The darkness.
It engulfs me like a warm pool of water,
which is surrounded by frozen air.
I dip my head under, trying to achieve warmth.
It's quiet here, peaceful.
But before too long, it becomes harder to hold my breath.
I am now forced to either let the water swallow me, or come up to the bitter air to take in the violent cold.
If I return to surface, I'll be even colder than before.
My skin, dripping with my sins, will surely freeze among contact.
What do I do?
Although the water grows colder, it is still warm compared to the outside world.
I ponder my next move.
However, nothing could be as bad as the cold lingering above the water.
So I hold my breath.
Waiting for the water to wrap around and suffocate my soul.
Besides, it's safer down here right?
It's kept me warm this long.
Why turn away from the depths that have comforted me so?
Surely I'm safer here.
-Depression
Copyright © Chelsea StufLeben | Year Posted 2017
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