Sometimes you can paint on the most convincing smile and still not be able to hide the pain. Even the waves can tell the truth in your eyes.

The rain stings in a cold manner, trying to fight numbness bestowed upon you. The gulls shriek to wake your mind from the overthought stupor. This place knows you better than you know yourself. This place knows your pain. It knows you need to reflect and heal, so it decides to mimic your emotions.

Waves begin to pound the shore. Clouds overcast the once-blue sky. Winds begin to howl and wail. Palm trees sway violently and branches crack and break under the force. Still, you sit in the sand with your arms wrapped around your legs, curled up like a crab in its’ shell. You duck your head in-between your arms, letting the storm take you over further. The ocean gives you more; giving you what you have been needing.

The salt in the air begins to thicken, almost suffocating. The mist becomes blinding. Still, you sit curled, letting yourself become battered physically. Finally the ocean gives its’ all. The sand breaks down beneath you, slowly shifting under the pounding of the waves. The waves begin to crash closer and closer. You know they’re closing in. You feel their presence creeping and crashing closer and closer. But still you sit there motionless.

Now is the time for extreme measures, the ocean won’t allow anymore. All of its’ force is packed into this last wave. The height, depth, and power are immeasurable. You know that this one is coming. You know the ocean will only allow you to sulk so much, and this time you’ve pushed its’ and your own limits.

This wave will encapsulate you, swallowing you whole, ridding you of this earth. Just as it heightens over your body, you burst upright with trembling fists clenched. In return the wave falls to the Earth as a gentle rain, soaking you further. As your chest rises and falls more rhythmically, the waves begin to lessen in power. The winds subside and the color is brought back to the sky. Your body is left exasperated causing you to fall gently to the damp sand. The darkness begins to take over your eyelids until you drift to sleep.

Your eyes slowly crack open, only to be surprised by a cool, colorful sky.The tradewinds gently wisp through your hair. Rejuvenation cascades over your body.The ocean used God’s privilege in itself to bless you with a peaceful, tranquil new dawn.


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Published by Anna M. Balentine