It was that time of the year,
When October was creeping into November,
I left my reality in a closet,
And ran away to an island.
Mady, the man held my hand,
Being the guardian to my life,
My savior …
For that hour, I was not mine.
The volcanic sands,
When the rays of the sun,
Hit the open seas.
Sounds of bubbles never was this loud,
My mouth stuck to tasting only rubber,
I could hardly be at ease.
Yet I could sense my vulnerability.
I could smell my fear…
I want to return to the beauty
Yes, I still want to go back there…
To the colors I had never seen,
Creatures never had been this close to me.
I was overwhelmed with love for God,
Overwhelmed with being alive!
And in those moments,
Underwater weddings made perfect sense.
I decided then, that my children
Will be brought here someday …
And before this day
Never did I want to procreate.
Taking it all in,
Between discomfort and awareness …
No idea I would lose such a precious thing.
Under the sea,
Fishes coming towards me,
With ardent curiosity …
There I was,
Completely losing myself.