So will we

poem2 min

So will we The ocean roars, and then it sighs. But do not be deceived by the quiet. Another wave is always gathering. Always. They keep coming. Feel that distant tremor? That is the promise of its return. The silence you mistake for peace? It is merely the breath held before the next colossal surge. One wave shatters, retreats, and in its wake, the next is already monstrously rising--a relentless, inevitable tide. They keep coming. We are caught in this eternal rhythm, this endless dance of raw power and fleeting release. We are small against their immensity. They seek to pull us under, to scatter what we hold dear. Sometimes, we are tossed. Sometimes, we are submerged. Sometimes, the sheer, brutal force threatens to shatter our very bones. But listen. Closer. Beneath the thunder of the surf, beneath the howl of the wind, there is another sound: the stubborn, defiant beat of our own enduring hearts. For as surely, as eternally, as the waves keep coming, so do we. They crash upon us--again, and again, and relentless again. And we rise--again, and again, and defiant again. They will never stop their coming. And we will never stop our standing. Let them come. The waves will always keep coming. But so will we. Always.