Rapid motions rise, crashing together in a storm as the waves roll
above my head, and I am caught within; swirling down the drain
trying to breathe; gasp for air; I close my eyes, and feel the wind
icy fingers rip across my skin. My blood and my tears they become
as one. Warmth turned to fire which burns through me and carried inside of me. I wonder for a moment where this is going. This is a tidal pool and I have no control. Lost within darkness that calls my name as a sirens song enchanted and dancing within the mist. Is it real or are they just visions visions of the dead. I welcome this. Is it the breath of sweet death. How I crone such, but I know the truth. It is not to be denied. I want to live. I grab for the rocks dig my fingers in. My nails spilt and I hold back. I will not let myself be swept away. I climb inch by bone-splitting inch to try and reach dry ground again it lingers just in sight. A trick of the eye, taunting me, beckoning, calling I will grasp onto it, pull myself up shake myself dry. This is a pledge that is made in the most solemn of oaths and vows, breaking it is not an option my soul is firmly bound. So the waters batter against me and all that is left is this mangled flesh but sill I draw breath, still my heart beat. Still I have not yet met with defeat. I am here, however shattered, the taste of salt water burns my throat. I have been through hell and wait again for the light.
