As the tides change, the waves grow taller. With each wave that crashes against your body, the next one takes you down a little farther, until you have no choice but to kick up from the sandbar below, and reach into the empty air as you come up for another breath, but what you did not expect was the undertow that grabs you and spins you round before you can rise up...
disoriented, you search for that break in the water’s edge, the sure path to the one thing your body needs more than anything right now. As your lungs burn in anticipation of that first breath, you search feverishly without seeing, searching...
With your hands alone, you turn over and over again until you finally find the surface and come up sputtering and gasping, just before the next wave bashes into you...this happens time and time again, until you are so close to exhaustion, but you push on, for you came here willingly, and will not leave defeated.
With your hands alone, you turn over and over again until you finally find the surface and come up sputtering and gasping, just before the next wave bashes into you...this happens time and time again, until you are so close to exhaustion, but you push on, for you came here willingly, and will not leave defeated.
the fight for what you believe in is ever so well depicted here.. BRAVA
ReplyDeleteThank you Ludz!!
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