I’ve come thus far to end my life–the sea to swallow me. I’ve tossed and turned much like the mighty ocean–oh such agony. I realize the weight of my decision affects not only me, but my boldness and blindness both tug a lot at me. The foaming water lapping at my legs only helps to embolden my inner self. Will I take more steps, with no turning back? Or shall I turn around and flee? What brought me here to ponder life or death? Was it sudden or has it been gaining momentum slowly over time? Whatever the case, I am here now with waves lapping at my knees. The light in the sky has helped me to see that there is hope, so yes, this time I’ll turn around and flee.