Silence

Wrote this tonight. As always, I welcome comments and criticism. Thanks for reading!

Silence has pervaded  through the very fibre of my existence.

It is everything,

 and yet,

it is nothing.

Sometimes it instils peace,

Others it merely lends chaos a new battleground.

It has become so deafening as of late.

The outside world has become narrow,

As if my eyes pay no attention to it,

My thoughts drawing away their focus.

I feel so heavy.

My emotions crash like thunderous waves on a dim stormy night;

Intermittent yet inevitable.

As they hit I'm brought further and further down,

Sinking into the depths of a silent dark void.

Each time I rise again,

 gasping for air.

I feel more numb than before.

I attempt to prepare myself for the next tide.

What will happen when I run out of time?

 Perhaps it would be easier to let the waves bring me down,

And lower me in their cold, dark, clamping grip.

Would silence still exist?

Would I still exist?

My instincts tell me that this is not the path I should take,

That I'm stronger than this.

A wave approaches,

of gargantuan and menacing proportion.

It stares me down,

As it has many times before.

I perceive wicked intent in its demeanour.

As I turn my back to the wave,

It hurls itself towards me;

 a tumultuous  mess of water and brute force.

I dive forward and allow the wave to carry me, basking in its raw power.

We lurch forward;

 spinning and somersaulting towards our destination.

The noise of the crashing wave is unbearable,

it resonates through me.

I can hear.

I'm thrown onto the sand,  

Its soft warm embrace tickling my nose.

I can feel.

As I look up I wince,

The sun is burning brightly and victoriously.

I can see.

As I breathe I notice that the air is thick with the smell of the ocean.

I can smell. 

I spit towards the ground, 

desperate to remove the taste of salt water from my mouth.

I can taste.

Slowly but surely,

 I get to my knees and begin to crawl.

The sand scratches my knees and the sun beats down fervently.

I put my weight onto my right leg.

I step up and my left leg follows suit.

There I stand in the warm sun,

 surrounded by a bright beach on a summer day,

the sound of waves falling as leaves do in autumn,

my feet sitting just under the sand as it trickles in between my toes.

Any weight is gone and I feel free.

My mind is quiet, yet in peace rather than chaos.

Reviews

[Shane Mohamed]

I like how you gradually mentioned using your senses: I feel, I hear, I see. Using the scenario of the crashing waves versus the strong waves of depression and despair is an excellent metaphor. You're a very quick learner. I am not worried about you anymore. You'll be just fine! Bravo! A+

[Richard Helbert]

That was a very good piece of writing. I can identify with your words they evoke an emotion in me and that is always my personal test of what i like to read. i like the way you painted a picture with words and that is what its all about very nicely done

[~]

A raw and emotional piece. Full of imagery. I liked the rambling mood, and the inner soliloquy. Well done my friend!! It is a pleasure to read your creative mind.