Lead, and I for once, will follow.
Gently take hold of my trembling hand and lead my bare feet across the cold sand.
The sky is steel-grey, plagued with ominous, dark clouds. The sea is in turmoil, and it patiently waits to swallow us whole like a ravenous monster and rob our lungs of the air we value more than gold.
The violent waves whisper come hither. They hunger for our flesh.
Do not be scared, I beg you. Do not fear what is beyond your control. Instead, plunge into the unknown and uncover its mystery. There, I’m sure, you’ll find answers to the questions that plague your mind. There, you’ll be at peace.
I take a lungful of the cold, salty air. It burns the inside of my nostrils and tickles my throat.
The wind beats against my rosy cheeks but I continue to follow your footsteps. I do not question you.
You were born to be a leader. So, lead.
But, if I start to drown, will your strength break down my weakness and push me to the surface? Or will your pride swallow mine and let me sink to the bottom of my watery grave?
I’m scared now, but I don’t show it.
My dear friend, lead. And, I will dutifully follow you.