Drowning in an ocean of my own despair;
the waves of turmoil ripping over my head like sheets of glass.
The bite of the wind stings my face as i gasp for breath.
Trying to ride the swells of this sea of confusion, yet failing miserably.
All is darkness except for the striking forks of lightning peeling through the darkness,
blistering my eyes in it's ferocity.
I see no comforting cove around me;
no shore to welcome my shaking legs.
I am thrown against the deeper darker reefs of my soul;
tearing, scratching clawing at my swollen skin as my blood flows like a cacophony into the water.
One lone boat attempts a rescue.
One brave soul has braved this storm to try and save this single, lowly life.
A line is thrown to me, but it is worn from prior use.
The rope is frayed, rough, cutting into my hands like shards of quicksilver.
I try and grasp hold of my only chance, yet find myself lacking the strength to trust such a rope.
The line is being pulled in.
Closer and closer i am tugged to safety.
But a hidden wall slams my salvation, tossing it wildly against the waves.
The captain yanks the rope hard, cutting into my tender hands and turns the boat to shore.
The salt stings my aching wounds.
To think such hope for salvation could cause such a deep wound.
This storm will die, and i within its grasp.
Swallowing my pride with a side of saltwater, I sink blissfully into the darkness.
Such a fool girl to think hope would come.
Such a fool heart to believe I could be saved.
Such a fool to put faith in others, for who would want to risk their own safety to save the neck of another?
If I cannot save myself, then I will let this sea of sorrow overtake me.
And I will fight no more...
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