You are the ocean, vast and deep,
With secrets hidden, memories steeped.
Each tide a pull of joy or pain,
A rhythm born of loss and gain.
The surface glistens, calm and wide,
Yet storms may churn beneath the tide.
Waves may crash, and winds may wail,
But still, you rise, you will not fail.
The moon may pull, the currents sway,
But your depths remain, they never betray.
For in the quiet, beneath the blue,
Lies the heart of all that makes you, you.
Each scar a shell, each tear a pearl,
A testament to your inner world.
Through every storm you’ve learned to be
The keeper of your own vast sea.
So when the world feels harsh and cruel,
And doubt draws close, a shadowed rule,
Remember this: your strength runs deep,
An endless ocean, yours to keep.
In the boundless waters of the soul, we find our way.



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