Feet bare, I feel the cool, rough sand beneath my feet.
Ready to step in, but afraid of the cold waters that hold unseen dangers
Inviting me in, teasing me and telling me that this is the best
Eclipsing the feelings of fear are those of longing; I want to wade deep in.
Never have I felt like so. I let my mind wander, not knowing that the water is already to my ankles
Deeper I tread, feeling tendrils of ice around my feet, daring me to fall back. But no.
Zinging up my spine are tendrils of ice. How can something so wrong feel so right?
Over and over I tell myself I can’t. Over and over again my feet wade further into the surf.
Night falls and I’m still here; water waist high and not getting any warmer. Tomorrow comes.
Even then I know that I’m not leaving these waters.