Grounded, Not Trapped

There may come a time

When the thing that lets

You breathe

Will leave you gasping

For air -

That is, if you let it.

You must free yourself

No matter how frightening it is,

Though it’s alright to be afraid.

After struggling with the same air

For so long,

It’s natural to forget

All the directions

The tides can take you -

That is, if you let them.

Remember to gather

Your bearings

And prepare to create

Your own waves, though

It’s okay to trust the currents too.

When you return to shore,

Let the foam tickle your toes

And the ionic mist

Knead your senses.

You’ll rediscover yourself

But also your bond

With your healer.

Stay grounded, not trapped.