Not Waving

I thought there was terra firma under my feet, but there is not and, worse than nothing at all, worse that floating, I find myself upon a turbulent sea. The current changes moment by moment; I am pushed this way and that way, then dragged back. Water is filling the pockets of my clothes, the weight of surviving this pulls me down while the roar of the ocean deafens me and the spray from the crashing waves blinds me. There is salt water in my lungs - it renders me mute and a lightening strike of panic flashes across my brain as I realise that I am drowning.