We cannot wade against the currents,
Without the heels of our feet sinking into sand.

Waves that once sang songs of  kindness,
And bathed pebbles against our knees.

Now turn our bodies raw,
With salted screams against the skin.

Floods of bad emotions will bury us deeper,
Into a whirlpool vacant of hope.

Ugly cries and desperate splashes,
Will only strengthen the storms affliction.

Just pray that when the sun has risen,
Cascading the ripples in tranquil light.

Your most dark immeasurable waters,
Will pause in reflection.

Of the peace that brings your mind ashore,
Away from torturous tides that wish to see you drown.