Fighting, determined to pull through, they emerge survivors through the times of distroughtment and pain brought unfairly upon them. People make their way through the winding waves of life, pain, love, and poverty to emerge survivors. Emerging through the waves of life,  battered, dejected, fearful, these people have won their battles, sometimes at great cost. These battles may be small, inconspicuous, they may be large, life or death. The battles may be hard, long, and melancholy, trekking across the lands and waters, but these people will make it. They will settle in Europe, raise families bearing the scars of their battles, but they will flourish. They will help the world better itself. They will help others pull through their times of struggle. They will pull through.

I  fight through the horrid desperation of the waves bombarding  the shoreline. The waves lead the helpless sand and plants out to sea along with battered little me. I stand out in the rath of the murky waters, standing near the shoreline as the big wave roars at me out to sea. Slowly, the winds go quiet for a moment, as if they are mourning the losses of their kind, then speed up out of the blue; whipping the soles of the poor innocent people below. The howls and cries of the Gods stay entrapped in my cool  ear.  Curved forms of water come bushelling at me as my body slowly becomes tattooed with the tears of the sea god Poseidon.  My head slowly submerges and is whipped around. I twirl and move my head out of the chaos the wave has formed. Wishing to be free as I try to escape, but why oh why can’t I leave. Why oh why can’t the refugees leave?

Another big wave comes running up to the peaceful shore. My head now free of the warm waters,  makes haste and looks around at the now peaceful surroundings, knowing that the this serenity is to be destroyed. I look to find that I am the only one left in this dissray, so why oh why can’t I leave. The now distraught plants and the sand crystals morph with the roaring waters. They leave to a place free, a place beyond the sea. The big wave roars on, he has no regard for the pure droplets of my own creation falling down my pale face.  He only has regard for Poseidon, his master unleashing his rage on poor little helpless me. Poseidon unleashes his rage on the refugees as they cross to a place free, beyond the sea.

More and more big waves roar at the now secluded  shore as I plead. I yearn for the ability to be at shore, free, beyond the sea. But Poseidon does not grant my wish, instead he unleashes his wrath.  He slays me like the Kraken of his creation  as I try to escape his torture. I slowly become submerged, I take the largest of breaths to give him time to think. I hear nothing, the big wave has not leave chaos at the shoreline. He thinks I’m gone, trapped into his inescapable abyss. Little does the baffled God know-- I’m fighting. I’m fighting to be free, to be on the shore, to see my family, to be beyond his reach, beyond the sea. I’ve done everything he ever wanted of me, so why oh why won’t Poseidon let me and the refugees be.

I clear my nerves of him, of his raging vengeance, of his inability to feel. Pushing and pulling under the waters as I ponder, is it time for a vendetta? Is it time for him to taste his own medicine? I move and drift slowly toward the opening to this desolate mess. I look into the vent of this ‘abyss’, the hole is open, open only for time being. It is time. Time for revenge. With my last will of air I painfully unleash the Kraken inside of me to arise a hero out of his reach . I’ve beaten the beast. The refugees have beaten the beast.  His grasp unhitched off me as I swim gradually to the clear open shore. The few somber sunbathers unaware of the battles I fought. I glide to the moist land feeling rattled, but not at all distraught. I’ve powered through, though the waves, though the raths of the gods, through the abyss. I’ve powered through like the refugees.

The big waves of life come at me as I swim to shore. Someday I may be back with others, wishing and yearning for the days I spent in glee when I was able to be beyond the sea. But the feelings of vendetta will run through me and the refuges as we pull through. I will be like the powerful refugees. I will fight  till the end till the death of me. I will unleash the Kraken inside.  I will lead them through. I will triumph. I will flourish.  This I believe.