Waters Wash Over You

Lifelines snap, words misunderstood, strength and the reasons to maintain and fight become lost, lost as the sun in an ocean's storm, you watch the waves, they swell and call, you find yourself wondering why do you want to even go through this again at all? PAIN so much pain pierces like knives through every sinew, oh why don't others see how truly injured you are? You lie on the road like a deer struck but alive, salvageable but at the mercy of those that would tell you that.

A step- the small waves bite in chill at your feet, they drag with tiny arms of such power your dress from around your feet, oh that you could have heard. Another step, now the water craches around you waist, the storm brews, it hisses, it holds voices old you recognize and you try not to hear them. "Worthless" they whisper as tiny asps. "Incapable of being understood", the larger waves come as boa constrictors around you and you collapse as still the tiny asp voices ring on, "If you weren't nothing could have made anyone that loved you let go."

Like a foreign gas water invades your lungs, tired so very very tired and yet there are no lifeguards. "Yield to me." you hear the gentle undercurrent that is carrying images of all you wish to forget to your brain whisper ore and ore. Oh how heavy is the dress, how many thousands pounds heavier is your soul. You tinkered on a brink, an edge, fragile, shale like under your feet, as you worked to begin to climb to higher more steady ground. Then - misunderstanding, - words cut deep - so much of you that others see as strong is really only your love for them that has carried you on. Gone and the water is calling -









So fragile are you that you wonder if or what would be left now if you fought on? At the end of the road - in the rising sun of the dawn - all your dreams would be gone. Yield - so easy to do - just breathe in that life giving Mother Ocean and let her take her to her bosom. Why stop now?




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