The Pebble

In the depths of my sorrow, I gaze at the lake,
Where ripples unfold, a reflection they make.
A pebble's embrace, though brief it may be,
I yearn for the solace that lies beneath the sea.

For I, too, have felt that desire to drown,
To let the burdensome memories never resurface, to disown.
Lost in the echoes of a corroded past,
Where pain and regrets lingered, a storm that amassed.

Yet not every day is shrouded in despair,
Some days, the lake's beauty makes me aware.
Its surface of blue, like a mirror so clear,
Reflects the light, the hope that is near.

With rugged rocks, the lake's brawny embrace,
A sanctuary it becomes, a sacred space.
But on those other days, when flames in me ignite,
Only the deepest depths can bear the weight of my fight.

Like a knife of flames thrust into my chest,
The past wraps around, refusing to rest.
In those moments, the water offers release,
A baptismal solace, a gentle embrace of peace.

The lake becomes an accomplice to my healing,
Its currents caress, their whispers revealing,
That pain may subside in the waters so vast,
Where the flames are doused, and my heart finds repast.

Through the ebb and flow of life's conscious stream,
I navigate the turmoil, chase a timeless dream.
For within the depths, as my sorrows converge,
I discover resilience, a strength to emerge.

So, let the pebble make ripples, and let it sink,
For I know that beneath lies the solace I think.
In the depths of the lake, my sanctuary of grace,
I find the courage to rise and embrace.