As I look out over the ocean I do see some dreams just beyond the horizon,
and yet within the storm the reality speaks
we are not always stronger,
all of us, each one of us
are somehow survivors, even
if we don’t know how we got here.
Perhaps the sun on the surface will at least place a smile on our face,
and the sand beneath our feet surging the power of the Earth into us
so that we are able to face the tides once again
with the pushing and pulling
we continue forward anyway.
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