I stand at the shore, the waves breaking

at my ankles. The salty air is refreshing
as it flows through my lungs. I feel as
though I have been there forever. Filled
with tranquility.

But in the distance, I can see a dark cloud
forming along the horizon. Everyone had
already left, they knew it was coming.

The storm had erupted through the once
calm terrain, overtaking the beauty that
used to be.

The waves  start tumbling over the great
blue escape. I try and hold my ground as
they crash harder and stronger at my feet.

Then I see something coming closer. The
largest of them all. It envelope’s me, and I
lose my balance, as I fall with the roaring
tide.

I try to get back to my feet, but the waves
keep rolling, throwing me under over and
over again.

It pains me, being stuck under the beauty
that used to be. I want to cry, to run away
from the storm.

But I can’t. The storm will end and the
waves will cease.

And I will be okay.