Waves

The rhythm of the waves used to calm her.
Their ebb and flow never fazing her.
Creating the gentle hum of life.
A white noise, if you will.

A wave crashed loudly on her shore.
Shaking her. Waking her.
Retreating only to crash harder.
Waters creeping up her sand.

The cadence of the waves had shifted.
Breaking at a new pace.
One that quickened her pulse,
Tensing her for the next wave.

It came. Roaring up the sand. It’s water covering her toes.
The next chased her up the shoreline.
Her knees.
Until she was out of sand
Her thighs.
She was scared.
Her hips.
Should she stand and wait for the waves to reach her tears?
Or drop herself into a bottle floating off to who knows where?
Or maybe pick up a pen and let the words 
                                                                 spill 
                                                                         out.


Originally written June 3, 2014

m.