A sudden crash,
the salty water consumes me.
Sand bites into my back,
slides me across a field of blades.
Arms flailing in slow motion
trying to grab on to something,
anything.
I somehow reach the air and inhale.
But as I breath in, I’m hit again
and down I go.
The waves wrestle on top of me.
I am just a tumbleweed
rolling through the sea.
I wish so desperately to be
back on the shore,

but that is nothing more than a wish,
a hope;
it’s not a reality.
My eyes are pierced by the salt
and my lungs crave oxygen.
I breath,
bad idea.
I choke and my lungs fill
with the unwanted liquid.
There is no escaping.
It’s too much.
It’s too hard.
It’s too late.