The brisk currents pull me close, close to the wave’s core: the crashing water splashing over my head. I’m afraid of what I might find, what might happen.
Slowly and then ever faster the crashing ceases and water rushes by. My form drenched I trudge deeper and deeper trying desperately to keep pace with the rushing... I’m only human. Man can try, but never beat the odds.
With every step I take the wind whispers softly in my ear telling tales of long lost heroes: Heroes of old. Tales whispered so sweetly. The tears spill from my eyes or is it just the rain pouring from the sky?
The sky so dark and yet so light, is grey as night. The wind no longer to be heard- all is calm. I still move; further, deeper. Wave’s crash against my shivering form: it’s cold, so cold... I cannot give up now. Still I move as bursts of waves push me against, above and below brisk currents. Desperately I try to keep my feet firmly in the sand.
I just need the water to bury me. Take me under and cover my naked body in its watery heat. “Protect me from all evil, please,” I beg as I am taken down. My knees are forced beneath me, my eyes close and my mouth involuntarily opens- I am calm. I fight. The current pushes me up, but I force myself down. I fight.
Washing over me I feel different... new. Am I? Will I ever be? No. Do I ever want to be? It would just be easier to allow the crashing to continue over my head. To wipe away all my fears, my sorrows, to make me new, clean, whole.
We’ve got to want what we need and need what we want. I want the water to push me down to bury me, but most of all I need to be burned by the water. Allow the pressure... succumb to it.
But our wants are no longer important it’s the needs that count to make love exist enough to make this world go round to make happiness abound so that we stop trying to drown our hearts.
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