Submerged Feelings Don’t Heal

They have to come to the surface — Day 11 #NatPoWriMo

Her inner child was a deep-diving submarine. It carried all that was told to her, shown to her, and done to her for years and years. She was sealed off from the world. Submerged so far below the surface, so completely hidden under a sea of darkness, as if, never to surface again.

Somewhere deep inside, there were answers about the beliefs, that her negative thoughts swirled around.

These beliefs limited her every attempt to break free. She could not swim to the surface to take a breath, for her lungs to fill. These beliefs were a part of her, but they held her down against her will.

On occasion from the depths of her soul, a periscope would surface with a clue, through a thought that would evaporate, in the salty air as quickly as it emerged. Then back down again deeper and deeper.

Finally, after a breach in the submarine’s pressure hull, she burst to the surface, splashing through, cleansed of the negative thoughts, that had pushed her down and kept her down.

She was no longer submerged or hidden, in those dark as night depths. She brought the answers to light, completely uncovered and clear. They were in plain sight, out in the open air. She spent time feeling her feelings and realizing, that she had always been the only one, that had the power to think her thoughts. She had always been enough. She learned to love herself and finally, to heal.

She had cried her last tear and now, she could finally breathe without fear.

Day 11 #NatPoWriMo — National Submarine Day: “submarine” metaphor.

Thanks to ◦•●Christina M. Ward ●•◦ and Samantha Lazar for the POM Poetry Month Challenge.