They come and go
washing over me
and over me
and over me.
Less like a gentle, rolling wave on a bright,cloudless day
and more like those that come with the storm on a dark, ominous night
crashing white and violent into the shore of my mind.
Each time a little clearer
a little bolder
a little louder.
Pushing me under.
Paralyzing me with each crash.
They attack when my back is turned
as I rush to the shore
but can’t quite escape their wrath.
I cling to all that is good
hoping that will be enough to sustain me
and wait for the waves of thought to subside.
I’ve barely caught my breath
I’m at their mercy once again and
hating that I have no control.
I hope that they do not take me over
because I do not know what would happen.
But, I do know what would happen,
and that is what scares me most.
I would cease to exist,
overtaken by the wave
at the mercy of its power and persistence.
No longer here nor there
but rather washed away at sea.