Whirlpool

We hike to where the water walks,
Over cobble stones and sun-kissed riverbed;
We climb up and over while no one talks,
Holding hands in tricky moments.
We wander away from the buzz of life,
Into a hidden alcove; where water speaks loudest,
Where our voices break down stream.
No one to see us, not a care in the world,
Now unbridled we let our hearts speak free.

We slip into tiny whirlpool;
Water tugging and inviting us deeper,
We shed our protective skins-
Now letting each other truly in.
Behind the walls of fake facade;
Safe within the swirling sounds,
of liquid thunder.
I tell you my deepest secrets,
Let them dive out wild;
From under my many masks.

You hear them and let them go,
Breaking over rocks- out of reach;
No longer our burden.
We trust this divulging dance;
Faces without judgment,
Hearts brimming as we teach each other-
About Grace.
Each secret made known;
And not held against us.

I know now this is our secret place;
Where fear cannot live or taunt,
Where water and love speak louder-
Than insecurities dare.
Come join me in the whirlpool friend,
Shed some weighted sins;
Be yourself and lighten your heart,
Dare to breathe free again-
Because here Grace wins.