The whole place was noisy. Everyone laughed and stormed the sand, A no-go area for sorrow, yet there it was — because of me. Clutching “not good enough” in my throat, I envied the waves of the water. So unburdened, without hearing “Why can’t you be like them? The rivers and streams, gentle.” It collided with the monoliths, settling their unfinished dispute. _Crash_ — it receded, reloading, returning larger and more formidable, And that wave wrenched with _it_ all my anguish, my grief, and my deflated joy. I let the spray from the waves strike my face and there, treading the water, was... My anxiety washed clean into confidence. I rode the waves, smiling at my sorrow: “You’re still a part of me though, let me be happy this once.” And I did. I WAS THE WAVE.