The Surface

Here I am, once again at the surface.
Back where I started,
bobbing at the surface.

With you, I grew. 
I grew my wings, you taught me to fly. 
I stumbled, I faltered, you took me higher
so high 
to


a point where 

nothing else mattered

We flew flew flew,
We rose rose rose,
no looking down,
no blinking,
no missing a second of bliss.

My wings clipped, I plummeted to the surface. Down down down to the surface. I peered over my shoulder, and you covered your eyes in shame.

splash

You cut my wings.

After what seemed an eternity of flying I returned to the surface, completely forgetting how to float. Like a prisoner who spent years in a cell I returned home, and forgot how to live. I couldnt float.

I was dragged down down down
so low 
to 


a point where

nothing else mattered

Water encompassing me, filling my lungs, crushing my frail body which was once so full of life. I looked back up towards the surface and saw the filtered sun.

I am once again at the surface,
back where I started.
Yet now I gasp for air,
and search the horizon for the one who taught me to fly.