Tide

Caught in a sea where the waves are in constant flux

you cannot see which way is up

The skin of the ocean teases you

telling you air is moments away

Light breaks through the surface and scatters

giving you fragmented pieces of it's warmth

but not it's actuality,

And you wait under the tide

allowing the illusions,

the reflections of the sun

to fool you into believing you are in it's grace,

and will soon drink up it's golden light.

All the while breathing gallons of the sea water into your lungs,

slowly becoming aware

that the salt is carving jagged edges into your throat,

changing you into a harder thing

carving off the soft pieces of your self

things you called humanity

The sea slowly sculpts you into it's many sunken rocks

hardening you and chilling you so

that you fear when you do finally reach the sun,

you might not be able to feel it's warmth at all

for being carved so raw.