Sea Salt

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I arrived at Maracas Beach with thoughts of casting my worries away intranced by the svelty amber crystal sands,
Hugging whisper winds with a torqouise sky to gaze upon and a emerald blue ocean to water dance in,

A day like this many with regrets can have a tranquil balance but few have gotten it, the sounds of colloquial laughter and bantering immense with the rapture of Rapso and Soca music riddles the mind and body.

As I walk along the sand mile shores a hollowed voice cracked through the conversation between the sea and the wind, I ran to it without hesitation as if am being called home.

I arrived at the riptide canal where a man is trapped holding on to a rock to prevent him from being pulled into the riptide, he see's me his desperation intensifies by my presence without calculation or assessment I jumped to save him before the riptide's grip tightened around him.

Well that was stupid he said now where both trapped, I managed to rope him across by chain linking it took all the energy I had gripping to the rock and holding his hand, it worked I got him safely across.

As for myself my relief in his safety became an opening for the riptide strength to take advantage of and so it did, a sudden strike of engulfing water submerged me pulling me deeper into the sea.

I can feel the heavy grip of the riptide while slowly water takes over my air supply, I try to grip on to coral rocks as am being pulled deeper and deeper into the sea. As my strength weakens and that final thought settles in my mind I found the smallest pothole in coral rock to hold on too and so I did.

I managed to hold on enough giving my body and mind an adrenaline boost to climb out of the sea and on to the rock, battered bewildered I sat on that rock contemplating my status. A voice in my mind said to me start climbing and so I did it took me while but I got to the top of the rock.

As I sat at the top of the rock waiting for the lifeguards to come I saw the man I helped wrapped up in a towel with his partner at his side. Shivers raging through my body the sea salt cleansing my wounds, a thought came to my mind today is a good day tomorrow when it comes I'll deal with it.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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