Still swimming

The fire and ice of trauma and therapeutic processing make the waters of existence tepid.  Safely afloat our raft of experience, we rest for self rescue.  Bobbing under to see what we can see , to know what we know.  For sure there are sharks of sharp stabbing  storylines  still to swim our way.  Also certain is the clarity of the waters.  They are self-made after all.  

I float effortlessly, natural is my buoyance and resilience.  The fluidity I trust safe in the sea of me.  No one else's acknowledgement is  relative or reliant.  No one else a counterpoint to navigate towards or away. 

Me, the sea, safely settled into a soothing song belonging only to my soul.  Every drop, every tear spilled within the ocean of ourselves known- mapped and secure.  Rest easy, I'll swim to your safe shores.