Surface Dwellers

The title of this poem popped into my head during work and with further uncovering, I found the new song I’ve been absorbing has played a part in this too.  So enjoy and enjoy the music and inspiration for this below.

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The surface is where we meet,

And I respect you for this gift, my dear surface dweller.

I can admit I find some comfort and relief finally coming up for some air.

The pressure of the ocean doesn’t feel so bad.

 

But,

From this vantage, you don’t get to see my majestic and colorful mermaid tail.

Or the remnant of scars that tattoo my beautiful tail.

I have done a lot of work beneath the waves of the sea.

 

No,

I don’t ask to show you the depths, where I spend most of my day.

 

Not anymore.

 

It’s not that I’m scared or afraid to show you.

We’ve just figured out you don’t know how to swim

Or you don’t remember how to sink.

 

To let go.

To release.

 

Panic and fear inflate your lungs every time I take you there,

Making you float on the surface unable to sink any lower.

 

So here we meet,

And I respect you, my dear surface dweller.

I value the time we spend together,

Friendly, laughing, and semi-connecting.

 

You are valuable.

You are accepted the way you are.

And I hope you respect me as well,

 

For I still believe and dream of swimming in the depths of the deep blue,

Alongside, the captive of my oceanic heart

Who may or may not be you.

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