Stormy Sea Bay

The sky is darkened by the

clouds in my mind.

The air is sticky, the wind stings,

the salt in the breeze scrapes my cheeks.

It's hard to breathe.

Riptides drag me under despite

the deepest breathes.

The waves won't let me stand;

They chose to choke me instead.

Hands tare through the salt-water,

uncontrollable, they shake.

They tingle has numbness takes over and

It's hard to breathe.

The waves invade me as if my struggling means nothing.

Deep, "calming" breaths only brings more water in and

blackness grows on the edges of my vision but then,

I stand. Dripping wet, coughing and spiting the salt

from my mouth, sucking in air by the gasps.

Weakened, beaten, I stand.

Somewhere beneath this raging sea

is some golden piece of me.

And I hope that

GOLD

is all you see.