Sharp cold crashing waves.
They rush over me.
They drag me under.
Until I reach the bottom.
The ground with sand
coursely rubbing against my skin,
getting into my mouth and eyes,
leaving a harsh residue all over me.
But I see sunlight
and I rise,
The oxygen filling my lungs.
Seagulls overhead make their beautiful call.
The warmth of the sun heating my entire body,
a moment of pure bliss and tranquility.
But just then another wave comes,
and this time maybe I won't rise.