Submarine

Submarine        6/19/2015

The shallow waters of comfort

Are safe

But they are also stagnant

Providing only

What we want to hear. 

But the deep holds the truth

And holds treasure in its depths

Clinging to the shipwrecks

Sunken in the black. 

Many wade in the sun

And splash as children

But only a few dive deep

And behold truth. 

The abyss is a graveyard

Of the good and the bad

Entombed forever

Dark and silent. 

Their hopes and dreams

Are distant and diverse

But they all ventured out

And did what they would. 

Some did evil

And some did good

But death grabbed their ankles

And pulled them all down. 

Words are cheap

And I know, they are not enough

But they are what I have

Even if they are guarded

And whispered. 

Reality is risk

And risk can be determined by facts

In the frequency of occurrence

Spoken or unspoken. 

And the only thing to fear

Is what cannot be discussed

Because even half-truths are powerless

If unevenly applied. 

The cold clear light of reason

Can solve many a problem

But only if you recognize reality

And acknowledge the truth. 

To grow

I had to grow up

And to learn

I had to search. 

Scour the sea

And plumb the depths

Listening for the reverberations

Deep and hidden. 

Pinging in waves

And knocking on our hearts

The true intentions

And hidden motivations.

Let it haunt

And let it ring

That someone might have the courage

To learn

And know.