The sea rolled in with force and power
Along the rugged shore.
The day was mixed with sun and shower
As time relentless bore.
Alone and lonely on the sand
A stick-like figure stood
With clammy skin and shaking hand
Expression stiff as wood.
Horizon-seeking eyes were dark
And questioning the sky.
The options clear, the future stark.
“Why should I not just die?”
And slowly taking off her shirt
She neatly stacked the pile.
And layer by layer peeled off the hurt
And forced a twisted smile.
“Now let them know what I’ve been through
And in my agony share
And feel the pain and suffering, too
When friends no longer care.”
The beach was scrubbed and scoured till clean,
Churned by the outgoing tide.
The turmoil raging there unseen
Was fierce as mates who lied.
And step by step, she made her way
Towards the hidden rocks
Whose presence, shown by spit and spray,
The safety flag it mocks.
And slowly, as she felt the cold
Sea-water on her feet,
The thrill of fear as sand unrolled
And set her heart abeat.
She knew that she could not go on
And slide into the sea.
A coward’s mantle she must don
And never would be free.
But back and forth she would be drawn
Like tides along the beach.
By friends and foe she would be torn
As shore she tried to reach.
And as the sea is never still
She too would ebb and flow.
Despite her strong and steadfast will
Her journey would be slow.
But now she knew that she was strong,
Relentless as the sea.
The final wave to doubt was long.
A fighter she would be