The Wave
The warm, gentle sun was overhead
As I stood in the refreshing water.
Brilliant blue and green,
It calmly swirled around me,
Feeling like a soft blanket that enveloped me.
I took a deep breath and drank in the peace and joy.
"Just a little bit farther," I thought to myself,
And I waded out just a few yards more.
The water quivered around me and began
Pulling pulling pulling me
Away from the warmth.
I heeded not the warning signs.
Suddenly a massive tower of gray crashed heavily down, destroying
The world I knew above me; I lost my footing.
I didn't know which way was up or down.
Bitter regret filled my mouth.
Panic clutched my heart
As the wave robbed me of my breath.
The refreshing water, once my friend, was now my enemy
As it thrust tiny daggers of ice into my heart.
All I saw was darkness,
Black, hollow darkness.
Just when I thought the end was near, a tiny
Glimmer of hope pierced the grim abyss.
I stretched, I reached, I kicked, I struggled
Against the powerful weight on me.
With a sudden surge of strength from an unknown source
I burst through the barrier
And breathed in the sweet air.
I do not blame the wave.
It is innocent, only doing what it knows.
It was I who was at fault, me the one to blame.
I should not have reached for
Something I knew I could not have.
I stand in the shallow water
As the sun beats down on my head.
This is where I belong.
Awesome!
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