Waiting on a lone boat in a stormy sea,
Dark clouds were heavy with rain.
Having lost sight of the sandy beach,
Our burdens and worries shift to others, our blame.
The waves seemingly larger than life,
The wind is showing its power and might.
We reel beneath thunder’s unrelenting drum,
Salt spray carves paths down our faces.
Hands white-knuckled on a trembling helm,
Hearts pounding to the rhythm of surging chasms.
Each swell a question: Will we survive?
Each gust a taunt: Dare we endure?
In the sky’s furious scroll, lightning writes its verdict—
Flash by flash, our fears are exposed.
Yet in every flash, a truth reveals itself:
We chart this course with our resolve.
No passing the blame can right the bow—
Our journey demands we stand our ground.
Night’s cover folds around our ragged sails,
Stars drowned beneath charcoal waves.
Still, a single beacon flickers in the depths,
A silent promise of steadier waters.
We inhale courage as the next storm builds,
Exhale doubt into the roaring cyclone.
Behind us, memories drift like debris:
Old regrets, regretful compromises,
Moments we let others steer our fate.
Ahead, the horizon gapes, dark yet beckoning—
Inviting us to reclaim our compass,
To pitch our burdens onto firmer sand.
We learn that blame is a weight that sinks us,
That only self-accounting sets us free.
With every thunderclap, we call ourselves home,
Drawing strength from the storm’s white heat.
In this crucible, we forge resilience—
The steel of souls hardened by the sea.
Dawn arrives in muted shades of pewter,
Rain’s fury softening to a hush.
A pale glow glimmers on the wave ridges,
Whispering: You survived. You’re alive.
We drop our gaze to steady oars,
Pushing toward the promise of calm.
When at last the shoreline reappears,
Not as a distant dream but a living edge,
We step ashore with salt in our lungs,
A new story written in our footprints.
The storm retreats into memory’s vault,
A vanquished titan beneath our wings.
Now, under gentler skies, we stand taller—
Our hearts still echo the tempest’s song.
We carry its lessons in every breath:
That challenge sculpts character,
That courage rises in the face of ruin,
And that even the fiercest storm can steer us home.
