The Diver

When most are drowning, sunlit skyward they look,
Believing the dark waters denied, their solace will be found.
But a diver knows when a troubled surface swells
it sends shifting swirls of dim lit pearls
through the depths and with the turbulence;
Illumination wells through the brine
and casts new light upon his mind.
The diver can not surmise when set adrift and left unbound
how currents will shift or in the submersion,
new encounters found in the blue-black,
but know he does
new fusion emerges from confusion.
In a world made up side down, the darkest places are the spaces,
where clearer vision can be found.
Yes it is true;
the diver risks to be from his demons drowned
his soul lost to the abyss beyond
but in the journey’s course his fears are erased;
he grasps nascent knowledge, hard breathed earned,
brings rare treasure to the complacent surface the others spurned.
So be the diver
follow your fears
if you dare;
They will show you where
there is fresh air
and new envisions to embrace.