Swimming in Grief

I've been sitting on the sand for hours with the moon and stars as my only friends. But when dawn raises her sleepy head, they will all abandon me on the shore and with morose thoughts, I will be alone once more. I hear echoes of crashing of waves seeming to call my name saying, 'Come on in.' Tonight, the sky is pitch, a black canvas matching the gloom I feel inside. A fitting background for dying stars... each one that falls make me sigh with grief. I've shed enough tears to drown myself in a pool of my own making... heartbreaking. "Come on in," the waves beckon again. Warmth of the sea's foam touches my toes, luring me to go for a swim. 'No' cries my heart, its pulse rapidly beating until I turn away from the sea. I retreated, this time obeying my heart. Not yet was it time for a swim. The moon's glow turns pale while I sit in shadows of a dune. A chill in the breeze is washing over me. 'Come on in," the sea whispers again. "I will be your friend to the very end." The breakers are crashing more loudly and I know the water will keep me warm... but would I be kept safe from harm? I'm not sure this is where I want to be. Though bittersweet it would seem to me, the release of sorrow and heartache. And grief seems to be my only friend. More alluring now, the waves welcome me and I am swimming in grief. Enveloped in its warmth, I gaze at the moon. Its light diffused by gray pillowing clouds. Wondering if I'll wake in the light of dawn, I wipe away my tears and close my eyes.