I exhaust my arsenal of survival strategies too soon. My spirit depleted, your clever ruses skew my sense of worthiness.
Changing tactics, I keep to the shallows where my choices are clear. Accustom to playing your mind games and navigating your sins of omission, my last chance at victory is the uncomplicated truth. A secret weapon you won’t expect this late in our hostilities.
I break the surface, coming up for air. Fortified, I take a last look back, gauging your apathy toward my pending escape, and do the only thing left for me to do…
…head for open water.
*Photo venue: Henderson Beach State Park, Destin, FL