Waves

Dark. Cold. Empty. Tired.

So tired.

Thunder, lightning, rain. Lots of hard, pelting rain.

Waves.

Never ending waves keep pushing my way and my small wooden sampan tosses and turns in the strong, howling gail.

I try to stay afloat but it keeps getting harder and harder.

Paddle.

Paddle quick. Muscles clenched. Mind determined. Move forward.

More. More. More

My body hurts. My heart hurts.

The comforting one I found solace in is now scorned by the other.

The other now no longer takes heart and drifts further away from sight, my outstretched arms in vain.

Distant laughter.

Battered. Torn. Isolated.

Waves.

Waves.

Waves.

Tired.

So tired.




Silence.