The Journey

The tide, the shore, the sea, the sand,
I gently float away from land,
The anchor just out of reach, yet close,
The clouds are heavy, dark and damp.

As my ship sails out to the deep blue sea,
I feel cold as the salt water sprays at me,
I look behind the boat and see,
A wave as big as waves can be.

The wave was huge, compared to me
Towering above my head, 
I move around, I try to flee,
But it comes crashing down, I freeze in dread.

It sucks me under, I gasp for air,
My arms are powerless, I feel despair,
With one last reach, I clutch the mast!
I might be safe, if my grip can last.

The tide, the shore, the sea, the sand,
Finally! I see the land!
I’ve washed ashore though not as planned!
Wobbly, as I try to stand, happy, the grass, warm on my hands.