Fury of the Waves
I sometimes have this feeling that I am lost and that there is no hope for me, but it seems that every time I try to give up someone is always there to (save) me or help me back up...(This poem is dedicated to someone who did that for me and still does..)
The water crashes up against the shore with a fury that matches my pain. The tears on my face fall into the water, and that seems to make the waves even more furious.
I start to run away from the water, for fear that it might reach out with its arms of fury and pull me under, but suddenly I trip and fall into the sand. I try to stand up, but it’s too late, the waves have already pulled me under.
I am drowning and there's no one around to save me. I fight the furious waves trying to pull myself to the surface, but just as I get a breath of air and try to cry out, the waves pull me back under.
The waves become more furious each time they pull me under, almost like it is feeding off my pain. I start to fill my life slowly being drained out of me, and my body becomes weaker and weaker each time I am pulled back under.
I reach for the surface one last time thinking that I am dead for sure, but suddenly someone grabs my hand and pulls me to safety on the shore.
I try to sit up but someone tells me to lie back down, and that help is on the way. The voice of the person talking to me is like the voice of an angel, and I know that I am safe at last.
Suddenly I feel someone pull me into their arms and whisper something against my hair. I look up to see who it is and my breath catches in my throat. I try to say their name, but can’t. All I can do is cry and lay my head on their chest and know that no matter what they will always be there no matter what.
I start to run away from the water, for fear that it might reach out with its arms of fury and pull me under, but suddenly I trip and fall into the sand. I try to stand up, but it’s too late, the waves have already pulled me under.
I am drowning and there's no one around to save me. I fight the furious waves trying to pull myself to the surface, but just as I get a breath of air and try to cry out, the waves pull me back under.
The waves become more furious each time they pull me under, almost like it is feeding off my pain. I start to fill my life slowly being drained out of me, and my body becomes weaker and weaker each time I am pulled back under.
I reach for the surface one last time thinking that I am dead for sure, but suddenly someone grabs my hand and pulls me to safety on the shore.
I try to sit up but someone tells me to lie back down, and that help is on the way. The voice of the person talking to me is like the voice of an angel, and I know that I am safe at last.
Suddenly I feel someone pull me into their arms and whisper something against my hair. I look up to see who it is and my breath catches in my throat. I try to say their name, but can’t. All I can do is cry and lay my head on their chest and know that no matter what they will always be there no matter what.
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