In a world of nonstop doing
Where worth is measured by accomplishment
Clocking in and out of consciousness
Half-awake in a monotonous trench,
We berate ourselves for dragging our feet
Rising up in the wake of a million defeats
Putting smiles on a hollow and weary face
Giving energy despite the inner displace.
No amount of promotion, recognition, or fame
Compares to the victory of daily breathing
When despair is the foe, and life is to save
To fight is to live, and to live is to be brave.
Such a minuscule reprieve
A blink of relief
Before the wave of grief rises again
Blindsiding, capsizing, crushing from within
Dissolving our freshly-paved resolve
To finally be rid of the pain.
While you catch your stolen breath
While you release those captive tears
Remember the pattern of waves:
To rise, to impact, to retreat.
It is a passing catastrophe
A momentary disaster
The ebb and flow of healing loss
Opening vaults once sealed by despair
Where unresolved hurts can find release.
So dig your toes deep into the sand
Clench your fists as you raise your chin
Ride this wave as it floods through your breaking soul
Let it purge the sadness left in your veins.