Sorrow

Waves wash over me, one after another.  Unstoppable, impossible to resist, they shake me to my core and toss me about like a toy.  Salt stings my eyes, my face.  I cannot stop the droplets any more than I can stop the waves.
At best I can keep my feet and bearing, at worst I am near washed away; my footing eroded by the floods.

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