The Quiet Sea

My thoughts are waves in a restless sea,

crashing, retreating, endlessly free.

Each tide brings whispers of what was lost,

a salty reminder of every cost.

Yet in the calm, the sea lies still,

a mirror reflecting the strength of my will.

No storm can last, no wave can stay;

the ocean will find its gentle way.

So I’ll wait for the quiet,

for the softening tide,

knowing in stillness,

I’ll find where I reside.