the journey

Most days pain ripples like the ebb and flow of the tide. Gentle waves washing ashore in an almost yet not quite predictable pattern. In and out. Back and forth. And time goes on.

Some days, the dark clouds begin to roll in. The waves begin to strengthen and build, the sky becomes dark, and the air becomes heavy and difficult to breathe. And on those days when I am blessed, light finds a tiny crack to squeeze thru and calm is restored.

But every once in a while the world becomes black, the sky sends lightening bolts toward the water, the waves reach a crescendo crashing violently against the sandy beach and the heavens rumble and roar in agony as the torrential downpour drives me to my knees.

Today, I am on my knees.