Bracing For

A poem about resilience

I have spied it

I know its shape
Its color

Its promise

Of obliteration

I am braced
There is no shore
Only its roar

Its song

Of obliteration

Not far now
There is no land
Its shadow
Its dawn

Of obliteration

The water rushes
The ocean inhales
Its whisper
Its silence
Before obliteration

Tempest tossed
Hopeless
Lost

The water recedes
And somehow

I am

Still

Here