Blinded by the Waves

I stand before the ocean, quicksand taking me in

Slowly, my body sinks into the ground

The sun, behind the high and intimidating waves, smiles down at me

I take in the smell of the salty sea

The tides fluctuate between highs and lows

I never see the highs

For they are overshadowed by the lows

I am scared.



I do not wish to leave the quicksand

For it is all I have ever known

The quicksand is slowly dragging me

Into the end, until the end

Until I decide to move

Until I decide to change

It will pull and pull me down…

I will allow it to


“You must leave,” the sun tells me, beckoning me to move

The sun is ever bright

Beautiful, blissful

I crave the warmth of the sun

Yet, the thought of the seemly endless sea stops me

I deny myself the sun over and over again



So, I allow my body to sink into the floor

I allow the quicksand to take me in

I do not face the terrors of the sea

I never see the sun

For I was scared.

--Pahul K., 9th-12th Grade