Fear calls; pushes, pulls, sets me adrift and leaves me…

I cannot anchor. The shore fades. There is nothing now but riding the waves. No way in, no way out. I just need to ride the waves. Sink deep. Let fear overcome.

Be consumed. Tasted. Swallowed.

And in the moments of my darkest fear; when the sun fades and the boat rocks

I know this;

I will return to shore when I give in.

I need to sink. Be overcome. Let go.

Descend to the depths,

find rest with Gilgamesh.

Then, and only then

will I be delivered home.

But I must remember this; the shore is not the same.

I am not the same.

For once I taste the fear and it lingers, dancing on my tongue

and I remember being cast adrift, remember the depths

there will always, always,

be a piece of me to miss.

Photography by Marc Lagrange
Framing by Erica Swanson Design