Waves

Waves

The waves are coming in.

Closer.

And closer still.

But I run away. 

The ocean observes.

The ocean notices my running.

But she doesn't change course.

Instead, she says,

"Melt into me. Release your tight grip on the shore. 

Relax, and I will teach you."

I don't want to.

Initially.

But I try.

I melt. 

I release.

I relax.

And sure enough, 

the waves keep crashing in and I am made new.