Not very long ago,
I walked along the continental shelf;
I slowly sank to the bottom
the struggling bubbles that were escaping
from my breathless mouth
As I became one with the ocean
magical powers helped me fall
fall down deep
deep beneath the treacherous waves and rabid foam
that helped create the earth above
As my feet dented the sandy bottom,
the fall was over
and my journey began,
so I took a walk,
footprint by footprint
My ocean - soft hair was sweeping above my head
as I imagine a mermaid's would
my eyes sparkled as I gave a greeting to
a psychedelic clownfish on his way
to his awaiting school friends
A friendly octopus, the
prince of his seaweed bed
handed me a fanned seashell
brought me faded memories of something I used to know
something called Earth;
earthtones descended from this special shell
But I kept on walking
I walked through the overwhelming mass of water
colorful ocean life
happy fish and peaceful creatures of every kind
I felt this precious environment with every sense I had
I loved it.
Everything was beautiful
until a cloud of blackness fell;
there was something behind a wall
a dark, salty seaweed wall:
something I was meant to see
As my soft, water-wrinkled hands pushed away
this horrible cloud of darkness,
I held a bit of fear in my heart,
fear of the unknown other side,
But when the wall was demolished
the terrifying truth was waiting on the other side
it was not some awful sea monster,
it was not an awful, ugly sea creature
it was the mark of a human,
an old, rusty, aluminum can
some careless being had dropped upon
my incredible wonderland.
Was this thoughtless person out to destroy?
I doubt it
but it happened.
Maybe not intentionally, but it happened.
as my eyes witnessed this symbol of destruction,
I began rising to the top.
I didn't fight it,
but as my head reached the surface,
I began to cry
because my journey was complete
and the only thing that was left were
in the ocean.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.