The storm had eased and the gentle waves were lapping at her soulless feet. Her body ravaged by the twist and turns of the weather now passed were the only signs of devastation anyone would see from the outside.

Sitting by the shore she marvelled at how big the ocean was and how small she was beside it, invisible. Knowing the large waves could return and sweep her out to sea made her feel vulnerable. Still she could not move.

Paralysed by what had come before she could not see far beyond the horizon. A blindness was set in her eyes. She knew, however, that the calmness wouldn’t last. It couldn’t, it never had before.

The sun was setting and darkness was seeping in. The familiar tug on her feet, she realised the swell was rising again. Still she could not move.

Lights were shining moving in the wind. Help was near yet too far away to mend what had already been done. She reached out knowing she’d find warmth there but there were no hands which could carry her.

Stuck between jagged rocks from a yesterday still present, and the grappling undertow threatening tomorrow she took a deep breath. It was time to move.

The mind heavy like a stone the light now dancing on the surface of the sea, teasing. Her perspective blurring, movements slowed, weightless. Her lungs filled and burned. The glow dimming, moving further away. She did not move and all at once the darkness let go and there was peace.