Before,
I am floating, like a horizon below the surface that is just out of reach. My touch brushes ever so gently as fingertips on your cheek; rippling as a breeze through a willow.
Before,
Becoming whole; a part of me behind that reflective glass of the surface. Showing a vision of what existing as a singular person could be, how to be one with self, how to be true; hopless.
Before,
Underneath, a place I used to fear for it showed me what I had to pretend to be; what I had yet to achieve; now shifts. What the inky darkness' promises; salvation.
Revalation!
Suffering and loneliness a loud as a silent room, screaming as the water swallows the anguish whole. Struggling for a simply clarity. An ounce of awareness. I see, a light a crack in that surface..so close.
Now...
As my fingertips finally touch the surface my other half reaching out; desperate for release from that confined falsehood, the mask she wore to pretend it was all ok.
Now...
As her shield drops and and her eyes find mine I see it finally, a place where unimpeded she can fly, reaching through the clouds of mist and spirit; mirror shattered.
Now...
I finally touch them and pull her tightly against my breast for she was the very essence of me becoming one as she was me and I am her.
Now.... Peace. Where I belong. As a whole, pure and serene.
Beneath his feet.
-Pandaish