The pull of the tide—
The distant call of a siren’s song—
A torrential downpour—
A vehement thunder follows—
His eyes trained upon the manic waves; a silent storm brewing
His heart caught in between the shore and sea; a decision is made
He descends deeper and deeper and deeper
Until his breath could no longer compete with the voices that swam to and fro
He paid no mind to the stillness of those around him
Dull and vibrant shades of blue faded from in and out of view
In the distance, he heard the call of a siren’s song
But still;
He descends
Until he could no longer feel the pull of the tide
Nor could he hear the vehement thunder above the shore
And as his feet touched the sand, he saw it
His eyes settled on the stark white glow
Like a mother holding a child, he cradled what he had found
The descent was all for this moment
Nevermind the way the light left his eyes
Nevermind the way his heartbeat came to a staggering slow
Nevermind the way the voices in his head ceased after winding up and down so long—
It floated up to the surface, leaving him in icy depths
But the darkness wasn’t unbearable; it was welcomed
If he closed his eyes, he could almost hear the thunder disappear
He could almost hear their cheers— cries for joy
He could almost hear the waves stilling into serenity
He didn’t know he had been sinking for so long
Author's Note:
Inspired by the Myers-Briggs Personality type, ENFJ or “the Protagonist”, this poem explores both the strengths and weaknesses of this personality.