Shore

I don’t have good days or bad days.
I have waves.

Waves so big and strong that they carry me to the bottom of the seabeds, where my monsters lurk underneath, waiting to wrap a tentacle around my ankle and help me sink deeper into dreaded waters.

Waves so powerful and loud that they drown out every light housed by those waiting for me on shore. Instead, these waves swim around me and I find myself being drowned by the heaviness of my heart.

I don’t have good days or bad days.
I have waves.

Waves so warm and calm that my presence doesn’t leave my feelings shipwrecked, but I float in the peaceful stillness of my soul.

Waves so gentle and soft that they carry me to land and when I feel the sand between my toes, I realize that maybe the buried treasure I seek has been with me all along.

I don’t have good days or bad days.
I have waves.