Vengeful Sea Poem by Crystal Nealey

A lone figure standing so still and quiet
Shes really tried, but she just cant fight it
The bottle in her hand tells it own tale
she feels helpless, tossed about like a ship without a sail

Death seems like a better idea than the pain shes suffering
the battle within herself seems to be wavering
this dangerous sea ready to lay its claim
to a woman child with no name

Water rushing in the tide rushing out
her head swirling and whirling with so many doubts
she wades into the dark twirling water
further until the small figure becomes smaller

Salty water closes over her head burning her eyes
her breath trapped in on a silent cry
deeper into the rushing current she sinks
physically and mentally exhausted she doesnt think

Chest burning, her lungs stop
feels like her chest is about to pop
The sky so blue high above her chosen grave
maybe somehow she could have been saved

Soon the raging waters quiets and grows tranquil
the decieving waters has found anothers life to steal
A body spewed forth onto the sand, bruised and sore
from deep within the oceans core

A weary head raises from the sand
a life given back by gods saving hand
the hold her had to be submerged
so that the new her could emerge.........