winter swells

 
 
The horizon bares its teeth
rip sawn by winter swells
reflections of burly point breaks
beckon the brave in howling winds
where monsters merge upon the coast
 
 
when I see the majesty of mayhem
my guts churn in rocky rips
it's adrenaline, it's fear
I know the feeling very well
and despite my fear, I'll paddle out
over mountains until the waves are rolling hills
pulsating perpetual heart beats of the sea
 
 
my pile of bones tremble out the back
beyond the breakers, far enough
where my brothers can’t see
I know they taunt me, they sense the fear
hidden away from euphoria’s reach
but there's another advantage or disadvantage
sitting out the back in my horror marinade  
 
 
when the rogue waves come crashing through
bursting over the point like a mountain of doom
I'm in the pocket to catch the demon’s wave
those waves scare the shit out of me
but I always feel this uncontrollable
impulse to catch the wall to my downfall
 
 
it's euphoria charging down
the face of those monsters
my board skimming across black water
hissing like a bolt of lightning
when I hit that bottom turn
I look up at my maker
lumbering like a dinosaur rolling in slow motion
 
 
when the wall rises higher than ocean deep
I charge the onslaught into monstrous jaws
swallowing me up in the close out
dragging me under into my watery tomb
devouring my weakness, powerless to its force
but I fight it and I hold my breath
until I think I'm going to burst
 
 
eternity subsides and I float to the surface
hauling oxygen back in my lungs
I tug at the tether to find my board
and paddle back out
for another shot of adrenaline.
 
 
 
 
This poem was inspired by the "Demons" comp.