Waiting … still waiting. Days have come and gone. Weeks, Months, almost a year now. She waits patiently for the day that it will all happen. Hanging on the last sea weed for what she has known as her life. She inquires. She probes. She requests. She begins to think that she is nagging and begging. She stops. Gives up. Let’s go of her hold in life- the sea weed.
In despair, she gasps for air. The water fills her lungs. She does not want to go down this way. The eyes sting when she tries to open them to see how far down she has gone. There is something else falling with her. Her hands grope around to feel what it is. OUCH…..maybe a sting. Hopefully not fatal. She reaches out more cautiously. Just to feel it. She touches it and recoils waiting to feel another sting. No pain. She touches again. It’s rough. Not as hard as a rock though. Slowly moving toward the object filled with mixed emotions. She is scared but exhilarated. She reaches out again. It’s not there. She must have moved in the wrong direction she believes.
After a few more tries of identifying the mysterious object, she gives up and so do her lungs. She collapses in a tiny heap on the sea bed. She was so close yet so far. She could have found the object but she did not.
The waters frown at the face of death taking its toll on weary beings. However death does not blame itself.” It’s not my fault that hope was lost”, it says. The waters tremble as if breathing heavily. Gradually lifting the heap from the bottom of the sea. Now it feels like it’s a storm brewing. The body has been spat out of the water and onto the land.
All along the sea weed was on the edge of the land. The sea weed was a branch that sprouted from the rocks. The girl coughs and spits to remove the water within her. She opens her eyes. The bright light causes her to squint. Its day break and she is alive. Out of the water and onto the land. She looks behind her and sees the sea weed. Her sea weed. While holding on to the sea weed her back was turned to the land. She dint see it. But she is glad the water did.
Standing shakily she decides to take steps forward. Steps of faith. Not knowing what lies in the land she was thrown into, but knowing there is hope. She is not drowning any more.