A tidal wave overpowers me and I’m left face first with sand in my nostrils.
Carries me out to sea again and tossed to and fro amidst the garbage floating by.
I thought I was on a hill of safety, far enough from the sea of emotions that desires to drown me.
But alas safety was not to be found, even though it appeared safe…t’was not.
I’ll survive. I don’t feel like I will, but I always do.
There are times when the exhaustion is such I’m thinking that succumbing to the waters would be a relief. A selfish relief, but a relief never the less.
But I have a beloved and even though he is beaten and battered too, we walk side by side, searching for higher hills of safety…