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9th November 2011

Sometimes I find the pressure of all that I have to do threatening to engulf me, like crashing waves on the beach the to-do lists within my brain swirl and churn around, creating a surge of anxiety within me that threatens to engulf me and sweep me off my feet. I try so hard to keep that anxiety in check, building my own internal flood walls but sometimes it is just not enough and I am swamped by it all, lost within the waves of confusion and frustration desperately trying to stay afloat.

You always know when I am threatened by this flood, reaching out to me with strong hands and plucking me back to safety just as the anxiety is about to consume me and take me down into its murky depths. You create a heat that burns away the mist, driving me back into myself with the touch of your hands and the sting of your belt. Leaving welts across my skin that lay like little hopeful paths leading back into the calm waters of your dominance.

Here the waves lap gentle on the shore, the horizon is clear and my heart is calm. It is here that I can function and grow and learn to be all that I am. It is here that I belong on this peaceful harbour, surrounded by your love and made safe by your strength. It is here that I can shelter from the storms of life and watch the chaos rage around me. It is here that I can be more than just me because it is here that I am truly free.


Ps… The word this week is ‘surge’ and rest is up to you, Wanton or Wank?

Pps… Liliy is having tech problems this week so click on WW badge below and you can find the page on my blog.


  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

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  • Beau

    I love the picture and I love love your shoes!
    I find it’s the cure from my daily life anxiety too. I have suffered from serious anxiety in the past and I am still left with some shadows.
    I am at my calmest when restrained, or left to float on my head. It’s bliss like I’ve never experienced. The world fades away.
    Beautifully written I am with you every word.
    Beau x

  • KaziGrrl

    So ironic, yes but oh so true!!
    You capture it beautifully in words and in that image as well 🙂

    ~Kazi xx

  • Stranded

    Free to be chained…free to come and go with the tide you feel swamped by. Your words are perfect.


  • Clive

    ou know I love the ocean similes Molly. Powerfully written 🙂

  • DDD

    Molly, your words are simply beautiful. And so true. The photo is stunning. Truly art. I am in awe.

  • DDD

    PS: Thank you for coming to the rescue of Wanton Wednesday. Especially when writing a post about feeling overwhelmed with “to do’s”.

  • Blacksilk

    That was amazingly well-written, I loved it!

  • Sally

    Brought me to tears <3
    It's so beautifully written and so very very true 🙂

  • Ruby

    Thanks for joining in still now that #wankwednesday has moved. I always enjoy how you take the prompt and weave it through your experience.

    Thanks Molly.


  • Inferno

    I liked that. Both image and words. I have no shelter from the storms of life. No way to isolate myself from the chaos.

  • Kate

    mmmmm. good stuff. Love the last sentence. Perfect!!!

  • Jade

    Beautifully written. And, being a show slut, LOVED the shoes!

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