the ocean never keeps one face
it shifts through wonder, wrath, and grace
its restless heart is carved by sky
where storms are born and currents lie.

the winds arrive without a sound
and turn familiar waters round
the charts i drew with careful care
are scattered like salt in the air.

i fought the waves with clenched resolve
insisting life should not evolve
but seas ignore what pride demands
and slip untouched through grasping hands.

so slowly i unlearned the fight
and learned to sail through darkened night
to read the stars when shores were gone
and trust the coming of the dawn.

for courage is not calming seas
or bringing tempests to their knees
it is the art of standing true
when every wave is passing through.

and though the tide may pull away
what once seemed certain in the day
the soul grows stronger with each bend
and finds its course beyond the end.