the weathering

the tides rolled in 
and carried you out 
until the color of the sea
ran dark and deep 

you anchored your soul
and bent strong into each row 
and the winds kept raging 
determined for you to sink 

the sweat of your brow
and the body at war 
your hands full of calluses 
gripping tight to each oar 

you hold your head high 
you strengthen your heart to the fight 
the days will hard refine you  
and long will be the night 
— long will be the night 

- les’nspired