"Skimming:" a poem

I want to live every day with

My fingers skimming the surface,

The cool tickle shooting through my body,

Through my arms, to my torso, down my legs,

And to my feet, electrifying them.

I dance.

I have this feeling

I’ve been numb all this time,

Until the defibrillator

Shocked me

Out of my sleep.

The cruelty of this world

Can only be ignored for so long.

It presses in from all

Sides and if you let it,

It will leave you dead inside.

I choose to live upon the surface,

Where the boats float on the sea

Enjoying the sunshine,

But ever ready:

For the storms will come.

Life is not so bright and hopeful

As I thought it would be.

Only Christ brings me

To Himself and says:

“You are mine – that’s all you need.”

I sail free.