Whisk Me Away

Whisk Me Away
I suppose I would enjoy the beach. Watching the waves crash against the coast while the hard wind blows across my flesh. I imagine I'd sit there for hours thinking about everything that has been, is, and will be.
I envision myself wading into the water seeking serenity and a cleansing release from the burdens that weight me down. As I immerse myself, I imagine my insecurities, fears, and regrets being gently washed away, leaving my soul spotless and untainted. This liberating experience grants me a fresh start, untethered from the past, and leaves me with hope for a new a beginning.
Yet, as I depart the beach, the familiar weights of self loathing and sorrow come flooding back, threatening to consume me whole. Despite my deepest longing for change, I'm still trapped in this cycle of self- doubt, tears and frustration. Each night I weep, yearning for a better tomorrow, but my resolve crumbles, and I surrender to my own despair. Lost and direction less, I flail, until the memory of the beach beckons me back, a haven where I can find solace and rediscover my footing.