You’re my lighthouse.
An unwavering light pointing home.
Someone, my ferocious waves can crash into
and return to normal.




The impulse for a change grew stronger,
as I sat by the flowing stream and wondered.
The unsteady currents mirrored my heart,
clarity rained on me like a prayer.
With hushed yet heavy tone,
“surrender” it whispered.
And you’ll see the horizon…
fogs of uncertainties will rise swiftly,
loosen your grip and
let the worries flow through your palm.
Plunge in the flowing current;
you’re not yet done with your chances!

Let it carry you,
where it may.
The dawn will ease your pain
and you’ll be the first to witness change.