Drowning of the Mind

The island over there, he pointed to the north. A little boy drowned on the night of the fourth. The girl stood in shock, Her body turned to stone. Tears fell from her eyes, she chilled to the bone. No sadness in those waters, no trouble she had known. But sorrows she now knew, that left her quite alone. The roaring of her mind began to swallowed her too. She was wrought with fear of the empty ocean blue. She realized in her mind how few tragedies she knew. There were many other sorrows too broken to be true. Quite fearful she was, but thankful she felt too. For with age comes awareness, weary knowledge she grew. She swam in the waters with a new maturity. The island in the distance had saved her from obscurity. The water looked wrong, but unchanged in her heart. For in her mind she knew: where joy must end, tragedy will start.