Currents surged and tossed her,
Sharp prongs tore at her flesh in passing.
She was overwhelmed.
The surge of humanity,
The tide of evil,
The depths of depression.
Disorientated she could not find the light,
The way to the sky she remembered as a child.
Limbs convulsed
She sank beneath the weight of her wounds.
Struggle ceased.
Then,
As muscle relaxed,
Air dwindling,
A force of nature revived.
Her being floated slowly upward
Towards its natural element
Light and air burst upon her
Filthy water streamed from her face
Eyes encompassed by light rejoiced.
She saw an extended hand and grasped it
Yielding all to the strength of its creator.
Song Bird Songs 