Soul Free

Swimming in the darkness,
searching for the light.

The weight pulls me down—
the surface drifts out of reach.

Drowning, quietly.

In the silence,
peace is found.
Silence.

A hand outstretched,
but no one is there.
Why can’t you see me?

Trying to find something—
anything.

Existence…
what is that, anyway?

The in-between:
not quite here,
not quite there.
Floating.

Feeling nothing.
Feeling everything.

A single teardrop falls,
exploding on the surface
like a lightning bolt crashing.

Alone.
Silence.

Still searching.
Will the light break the surface?