The waves

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The waves crash hard and thrash me about
I can't ride them

They hit me harder and harder
I feel the salty sting of their power

I struggle for breath
But the salty water is forcing its way down my throat

I scream
I flail

I gasp for air
I am drowning

Just as I am about to die
Someone pulls me out of the water

As I breathe water flies from my mouth
And I feel him next to me

He holds me tight
But another wave tears me from his grip

The wave whacks the breath out of me
I am sinking again

He calls my name, searching for me
I don't want to pull him down

I want to swim from him to keep him from harm
But he comes after me

I am sinking
He is sinking with me

Precious One, do not let the waves that are killing me kill you too!
I want you to save yourself, but we are linked, you and I, by a thread that can not be broken

I must rise from the depths that are killing me
Where is the strength I need to evade the waves?

I am weak
I am dying

Someone save me from the waves!
Precious one, help me!

Anyone, save me!!!
... ... ... ...

They try
But the waves push me from them

I alone must find a way to survive
I must find a way to muster the strength to escape

The waves thrash me about
I'm sinking

How do I save myself...





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(earlier from journal:)


The waves are crashing so hard that I can’t ride them. They hurt me. Each wave hits me harder. I feel the salty sting of their power. They move me helplessly around. I struggle for breath but the salty water pushes itself down my throat, so rather than trying to enjoy the sea, I’m struggling to survive. Someone pulls me out of the water, holds me up for a moment just as I’m about to die. I gasp for breath. He holds me. But another wave tears me from his grip. I scream, I flail. I gasp for air. The wave whacks the breath out of me and pushes me under. I don’t want to pull him down. I want to swim from him so he doesn’t get hit too, so he doesn’t hurt. But he comes after me. I keep sinking. And I pull him down too.
Stop the waves. Let there be a calm on the water, just enough so that I can catch my breath. So that I can stay alive in the next onslaught of waves. Precious one, do not let the waves that are killing me kill you too! I want you to save yourself, but we are linked, you and I, by a thread that can not be broken. I must rise from the depths that are killing me. Where is the strength I need to evade the waves? I am the only one who can get myself out of the tides, but I am weak. I am dying. Someone save me from the waves! Precious one, help me! Anyone, save me!!! …. …. …. …. They try. But the waves push me from them. I alone must find a way to survive. He can help me. They can help me. But I must find a way to muster the strength to escape. How? The waves crash and thrash me about. How do I save myself……..


This was a tangent in my journal. I'm thinking about editing... I've grown fond of it.
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