High Tide

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I’m drowning.

It is not a completely unpleasant feeling. For once, I don’t feel I have to control everything in my life. Emotions, thoughts, goals, dreams, wishes, all wash over me, swirling foamy fingers across my heart, caressing my soul with redemption.

It is not the first time I have drowned but it will be the last. The other times were not so pleasant. At times, I fought hard against the incoming tide. Other times, I let the water engulf me. High tide holds no mysteries for me. I know it is merely you searching for me, asking for complete capitulation to my deepest desire, for my whole-hearted surrender to who I really am.

I'm drowning.

This time I neither fight like a demon nor passively allow myself to be taken. This time I ask the water in, and let it inhabit me. Like a lost child reunited with its mother, I am soothed into a dreamless slumber. When I awake, I am cleansed, unbound at last from the ties of the past.

I am free.

I look up and see you standing before me. You have been waiting patiently for so long. Finally, I am ready.

You take my hand and we walk into an eternity of living.

Inspired by a prompt from Jill Badonsky in The Muse Is IN Writing Club.