Ebb and Flow

Thoughts.

They roll through my head,

Like waves crashing on sand.

They ebb and flow, good and bad.

Roiling water, unable to escape my brain.

They pull me under, I can't breathe.

As hard as I try, I can't get away.

I pull myself to the surface,

Only for the current to take me under again.

I swim for the shore,

But it's so far away.

Thoughts, they present themselves to me.

They make the water seem comforting.

The water, who wraps itself around me,

Pulling me into a hug.

One I don't want to escape.

Do I dare give in?

Maybe I do.

Maybe it's the only way to ease the pain.