Swirling within. Dis-ease. Disease.
I fight against the tide. Pulling away, running away.
But the swells overcome me and I'm washed out to sea. Clawing at rocks. Gasping towards the blue above. Towards the shore. Towards the light.
But then the water retreats and sand runs between my toes. Slogging, I press forward towards the shore.
The tide pulls all the way out and I'm left standing with small swirls around my ankles, saltwater dripping from my skirt, my hair dampened into strings.
And for a time I enjoy a glorious moment in the sun. Basking, smiling, stretching my arms above as if awakening. Letting go of what was and relishing in what is.
It's fleeting, I know. The tide will come back soon, I know. But I draw in the sun's energy to prepare for the next encounter.
I turn around to the horizon. The water swells angrily.
I brace myself.