The Surface

Gazing out across the water, so perfectly still, I hold my life in my hands. Light dances across the surface as the ashes forsake my blackened fingers. The water darkens everywhere at once, but I've let go. Stepping forward, into my filth, I find I never sink. My foot stands firmly upon the surface. Amazed, I glance downward. Through all of my filth, I see the face of a Hero, whose hands keep me from drowning.