When the floodgates open, everything is laid waste.
The deluge of pent up energy escaping from its former restraint will devastate what has been so carefully laid out in its shadow.
In an instant, a roaring cleansing of everything.
Gone now – a moment of violence that can never be taken back.
What is not washed away is buried beneath the surface that now covers the rest of your life.
Submerged and lurking dangers circle and swirl all around you.
The coldness clenches your chest, your lungs fight to expand.
There is no remaining still, you must move.
Tread water for a moment.
Breathe as deeply as you can.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Beware the margins of change, scan the horizon.
Swim for shore, alternating strokes as you go.
Reach and pull yourself through, kicking with all you’ve got.
Find a place to stand, and then start again.
Like day follows night, and night follows day, each breath brings another.
We are a pattern laid out over time.
Cycles revealed in the swirling eddies of what once was.
Glittering reflections of memories dancing in the glare of new opportunity.
Let the water carry you, but do not let it swallow you.
Swim through chaos.
Rise and stand again.
When the floodgates open, it is time to take to the high ground.
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