Coming back: a short but deep story

I've spent more years than one,

dancing with sharks.

Bloodthirsty, never satisfied.

Woman-handled

by their wants, desires, and perceived

hunger. 

I was torn apart,

barely alive but swimming to

safety.

As I bled out, the salt of sea

pierced me. Made me whimper

until I found my voice through my 

groan.

My body started to shrivel

as the salt took the moisture I had left.

I wanted to give up.

Then,

A singular mahogany boat

floated by.

There was a man inside, sleeping soundly.

He seemed unbothered, kissed by the sun.

He woke slowly and heard my cries for help.

He reached out his hand, 

with no plan to steady his gait

as I pulled him into the water.

"I've got you," He said,

and my groans slowly became quiet.

He offered me a bottle of water and

bread to eat. He took off his cloak,

and gave it to me

to keep me from the harsh winds

that came from the depths of the horizon.

I couldn't speak much, but he hummed 

gently as we made it to shore.

I thought He would drop me off,

but He had time to spend as I healed.

He walked across the sands,

and carried me in His hands. 

The pain was unmemorable, 

and I fell into a deep slumber.

When I woke, I was 

dressed in white,

whole body restored. 

He wasn't there

but He left a message.

"I'm coming back for you, so take it easy."