Tidal waves haunt my dreams
   an overwhelming feeling of fear
and rebellion takes hold

I sit upon the shore looking out to
sea the dune where I am sitting is
              steep
            and
       angled
dangerously
towards the shore as to create  a
well  between the waves and me

I am calm upon this hill
unaware of the danger, I  
    d
       e
         s
           c
             e
               n
                 d
to the foamy energy below to dip
my feet.   I    swim       out             a                   bit

Panic

I look out and see a wall of
     water, fast moving, tall and
               furious
                 I am not quick enough to
     swim and climb back up the shore
                        It's as if the dune has grown one hundred feet in the air
                                                              I am destined to be smashed in between

                 the wall of sand
                              and the wall of water
                 in my well of fear