What lies beneath?

A lot.

Hidden depths of emotion

Furiously paddling away

As the swan glides.

Something stirs beneath the surface

A shadow moving,

Looming large.

Resurfacing from the depths

Where no worldly light can get in

From 20,00 leagues under the sea

Where obsessive madness reigns

And clawing tentacles cling on tight

Sucking the life from the body,

Squeezing love from the heart

Choking back tears

Strangling words left unsaid

Smothering the mind

Crushing the head.

Something cries out from far beneath

The melancholy, haunting wail

Of the whale

I want to swallow me up.

It’ll be warm and dark inside

A sanctuary and safe haven

Where I can hide

Away from prying eyes

From recrimination,

Incredulation,

And pitiful looks.

Away from keenly feeling, the torturous guilt and shame

That may lead me to seek out the refuge of the seabed once again.

What lies beneath the surface?

The mass of the iceberg

And its unconscious urges and desires

Its pressing impulse to self-destruct,

But, above all,

To survive.