The wave, I understand so late, rumbles and looms larger than expected.
I wade forward in surrender.  Waiting.
Drawing closer, the tow low and powerful, I know that the shore is no longer attainable.

As the crest nears, I see in it things I am not prepared to face....
Regret, Sadness and Fear all churn violently as I seek passage.
Rise. Float.  I wait silently and accept.
I long to float above into forgotten still waters, peaceful currents.

The wave presses me close. I feel its chilling power and succumb.
I remember. Agonize over choices made and consequences realized.

Rise. Float. Dream of still water and peaceful currents.

Swim.