The Ocean's Possession

The sun had descended below the horizon and the light of day slowly faded,

Everything began to transform into something I never anticipated.

I found myself in the ocean, misplaced and dazed.

The ocean consuming me, gushing salty seawater, I was drowning.

A surge of intense pain ricochet off my ribs and around my torso,

Water rushed over my lips, freezing them as it swarmed into my mouth.

I let the force of the tide pull me under, reaching out only to grasp nothing.

Trapped in another world unable to breathe or escape,

I gave into the darkness and let the ocean claim me as another possession.

Two hands reached for me, freeing me from the ocean terror.

Standing before me, my mother and grandmother, holding a look of concern.

Wiping the tears from my face, they freed me from the ocean’s grasps.

But, still I felt consumed by the waters of my depression.

Life continued and so did I.

The ocean is now a puddle and I am now a woman,

I am no longer consumed but I carry something with me.

I carry the reminder of the ocean to remember the pain I endured.

To remind myself that the ocean will never consume me again.

To the ocean, even though you’re my father,

You have no room in my heart.

You have a new child, a second chance at fatherhood.

Don’t drown her in sorrow with your resentment and indiscretion.

To my saviors, I can’t express my gratitude enough.