The Wave

I am to be hit by a wave. I am not unskilled at such things. I am not new to the phenomenon. But it is a massive wave. A Tsunami of emotion, singular in it's existence. I know that I will not ride over the crest of this one. I will not surf it's landward side. As it rises above me I know that I will be taken under.

It started well offshore. As they tend to do it was deep. It was triggered by a fault line that was well-known. I was aware of the underground event. I ready myself as best I could. Time has passed and now I face it. This mountainous wave of despair.

Leave me to deal with this. It cannot be explained to people who have not seen it. It cannot be understood by people who refuse it. It can be survived. But I must be free of the insults that I would receive from people who do not know what kind of help to provide.

I will be taken under. There is no way around it. For this despair you must go through it. As many times as it comes to take you, you must be taken. Just another cycle of life. Another aspect of the not so pleasant side of things.

There is no promise of brighter days. No promise of time. No promise of being made stronger. Only the inevitability of the wave. Massive, eclipsing, dark and impenetrable. A wall of depression and despair that would take the very life of a lesser person to behold for the first time.

I am to be hit by a wave and I am defiant.