Waves

I lost you.

Today, I go to the beach.

The waves attack me.

They pull me down.

Am I drowning?

How shall I survive?

I pick myself up only to be swept under again and again.

I lost you.

Today, I go to the beach.

The waves are so unpredictable.

The under toe threatens to take me out to sea.

How shall I survive?

I learn to become a strong swimmer with many different strokes.

I lost you.

Today, I go to the beach.

The waves are a little rough today.

Some are high enough to pull me under, but others make me smile and laugh.

How shall I survive?

I will dive through the dangerous waves.  With the others, I will play and find joy.

I lost you.

Today, I go to the beach.

Aren't the waves beautiful?

By Beth Kellerman

June 26, 2015