Aquaman

I always hoped
Someone was searching for me
Like
I was buried treasure
At the bottom of the sea
And
they sailed many
Days
Through rough waters
Relentlessly.
To plunge deep
Like a
Quintessentially
Aquaman diver type.
You know,
The kind that breathes under water…
And they pull me
up
and
carry me,
To be my stability
In a shook world.
Tranquility
In every moment,
Faithful nobility
In each action and word.
Someone to understand
Me,
Like
Love
in the movies
Where the guy
with
Impeccable credibility
Rescues the girl from
What would have been
A junky life.
Someone with stickability
that doesn’t run from
love
Physically
or emotionally,

Or make me chase them
Through a cloud
Of vagueness.
Instead prove I
Can believe
In the possibility
Of
Real love.
And on my very darkest night.
The kind
that comes
just once
in a life
Time.
A night
That can make
Or break
A person’s
Mind.
Despite
inner strength
From living a life
As a Levite,
Focused on Walking right.
The sort of night
That caused me to question everything
Including God.
But I questioned more,
Like
All of mankind.
Where I find
myself searching for the
Light
Of their eyes
(The Aquaman, superhero guy)
Just so I could know I
Was somebody’s….
Anybody’s
Prize.
Like
I wasn’t an afterthought
After all their
“First” tries
With others they

Chose with
Hopeful eyes,
Who
isn’t confined
To the facade
Of superficial relations
In attempt
To control perceptions
And lives.
Rather gets in the grind
Of the what’s and why’s.
They won’t lie
Or hide
From me.
But values
My time
Without asking, “why
Don’t I
just change?”
Instead cares about deep wounds
while they share
Their heart too
And discuss answers
On high
Because they know
Who can save.
They’ll see past my
Words
Of self-preservation
That brandish
Swords
To ensure isolation.
They refuse the concept
of
Rejection.
Only encouragement
To grow
and
Pursue
redemption.
Someone Unafraid
Of
intervention.
With gentle

Redirection
Giving full attention,
Without cold judging
My every move and word
Under a microscope.
While dissecting
How I cope.
And labeling
My dark night
As hope-
-Less.
Someone faithful
That I could trust,
If that were possible
At all.
Someone not small
In their communication,
That isn’t aloof
When I call,
And sees ghosting
As an unemotional
Wall.
And they express all
their thoughts
To me
Instead of about me,
To others.
They understand vulnerability
And get up in the tea,
And aren’t intimidated if
We don’t agree.
Even when their right.
They patiently
Help me to see
Another perspective.
Perhaps the truth.
And in expression of love
The kind of
Love that
Has me at my best
And worst
One that won’t
Burst
My trust
To look beyond

My unversed
pleads in Trauma.
Who Holds the heart
With a firm grip
So it doesn’t slip
And fall
To the ground to be
Stomped on again.
A best friend
That would help me find my laugh
again.
I could be my genuine self
with them.
And because they’re
Literally an Aquaman,
They would teach me
How to swim again,
And to find
passion
in the smashing waves
We’re in.
It took a whole life
To find an Aquaman
Guy
Type
That wasn’t dominated
By
The societal fantasy
Of a superhero
But could actually save me.
He Wasn’t dripping with salted ocean
Where I witnessed
The commotion
Of a sideways fin
Swivel to legs
In front motion.
Any preconceived notion
That he was the kind of someone
To shy away
From
Was demolished
When I saw the heavens
Split.
The clouds

And rainbows moved
Back
A bit.
A grand white horse
Flew out of
It
With a royal rider
Guiding its bit.
He was dressed in white which
Lit
The sky
Like refracting diamonds
I squinted my eyes.
A noble knight
Lighting
The path
In my dark night.
His winged warriors following
Close behind
With wrenches and bats
And weapons designed
For those that
Tried
To bait my mind
With words like,
I wasn’t worth
Anyone’s time
Or love.
The helpers of
the mastermind
That abused my thoughts
On the darkest night.
I never saw their faces
But they were there.
And here I was
Totally froze
In the middle of lamenting
Over my self-imposed
Pity-filled, extra, drama-fied
Prose
About the cliché implied
Thorny old rose,
And what I don’t have,
And how nobody knows

How to save me.
And the superhero
That seemingly doesn’t exist.
Huddled in
Bitter and lonely
Repose
Clenched fist
And curled-up toes,
Gazing up at this guy
Who made the sky glow.
Like morning sun on
Fresh fallen snow.
Forthcoming to me,
As if he
Had nowhere else to go.
And as he approached
The earth was exposed
The waters receded,
Darkness bolted,
Winds didn’t blow.
Only the warriors
Who mercilessly
swung their bats
At the heads
Of the tormentors around me
Who suddenly fled like
A stirred hive of bees.
While the warriors followed
after
howling like banshees.
The last that I heard were
The pathetic pleas
From a defeated enemy
Who’s authority
Was stripped away
forever.
And simultaneously
I peered the royal knight’s eyes,
Pen still in hand, and
Hypnotized.
Somehow I knew
He saw me dignified,
Beautiful and worthy,
His prize.

I cognized
I
was his
First choice
And that he loved to hear my
“extra” type voice.
And he did go through rough
Waters to find me,
Three days to be exact.
His waters being to
Hell and back
To become my savior.
In fact
To never leave me,
to forever be
Faithful,
And have my back.
To always go deep
In the light and the dark.
To be vulnerable with
My delicate heart,
To remove the need
for
avoidant attachments.
In its stead
A fire
So ratchet
With sparks that make others
Want to catch it.
A love so fierce
That none can match it.
A life so holy
With many facets
That bring one’s life
To full balance.

He carries unparalleled devotion
and
does not merely judge me
Until I change for him.
But is a best friend
That
Makes me
Born again,

Which transforms me
To love like him.
He covers me with truth
in him.
And
I demurely touched
The hem
Of his robe.
It was like the stem
Of the rose
But without thorns.
I could see
It hit him
different
because he cares for me.
He truly cares for me.
And I teared up
Knowing it meant something
To him.
I matter to him.
And for the first time
In a long time,
I smiled again.
I knew my life
Could begin
Again.
This time,
With a love that would
Never end.
And then
The wish for my very own
Aquaman
dimmed
In comparison to
The royal knight.
The real superhero,
The God amongst men.
And when
I enquired where
He had been
All my life.
He simply said,
“I was always here.”