Beautifully Submerged

A glass house is where you live

In the remains of shattered rooms.

You stand naked and afraid

That the rest of the walls will break,

That you will no longer be,

Just an empty glass shell

Ready for one last drop.

You carry your pain alone

Thinking no one to help,

All while still screaming your lungs out.

Then you hear it,

The rush of water coming

To greet you.

A cold rush to your face

And you are submerged

But above, you see the sun,

Through the waves,

And the water becomes warm.

You wonder

Which is more beautiful,

The warm waters underneath

The yellow sun?

Or the coldness that still lingers

Beneath your toes

And its inviting grasp

Of a deep, deep slumber?