I was on my honeymoon and the waves beckoned. The first set was not quite good enough. The second? It was a rip tide and when I turned to the shore was far off. I saved myself by swimming sideways, but I will never forget the death I escaped that many have been swallowed by. Swallowed by the Sea The water called and asked me in. I just could not have imagined then. The waves were easy as the lulled. The tide though vicious as it pulled. The water leaped upon the sand, but rushed out like it feared the land. I didnt think. I didnt care. I dipped in the water waiting there. The swim was easy to the waves, but they would lead me to my grave. I swam to reach the cresting swells. The call that pulled me did not tell. I looked to see the beach had fled. My flailing legs had turned to lead. The distance from my safety great. I treaded to escape my fate. The water raised to reach my chin. At times I breathed the water in. I fought to rise above my death, but swelling water blocked my breath. I raised an arm to call for help, but found I had to help myself. I gasped the first time I went down. I did not want to sink and drown. I saw the shore that I had left. I longed to reach but lacked the breath. The water grabbed and pulled me down. I fought to raise but I would drown. The waves I longed to ride upon now wrapped me up til I was gone. I lost the fight to stay above. The wish to live was not enough. The sounds of living damp and dull. The sirens called me with their lull. The need to breathe had slipped away. The water rushed in and would stay. The moment lingered long and soft. I could not breathe and could not cough. I floated now at Neptunes door and would not surface anymore. My eyes were open and I saw my life that liquid warmed and thawed. I let the need for living go and let the deadly water flow. The water called me like a friend. I never knew this was the end. I swam out wishing for the waves but sometimes hopes became your grave. CA Roberts 29.11.14 I am putting together a collection of 100 poems on death and dying. People tell me the stories of their loved ones that have passed away. I create poems from these stories to honor these loved ones. If you would please share your story with me, I would be pleased to tell it. I hope that your story will help others to cope with their loss.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 13:47:42 +0000
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