The ocean mixes with the sand,
cementing me to where I stand.
I’m motionless as water schemes
to put an end to silent screams.
Though not yet drowned by my despair,
I find some burdens hard to bear.
No easy out from where I stand,
so firmly rooted to the sand.
But then a wave comes in to break
and rescues me for my own sake.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 1/12/14 prompt at Poetic Bloomings to write a “water” poem.