In the Sea of Life

I read the waves

not just their crash,

but the hush before.

The way silence folds into motion,

the way stillness prepares to roar.

I move accordingly.

Not to survive

but to sculpt the tide.

To carve truth into foam,

to leave legacy in the wake.

I am not driftwood.

I am the storm’s decision,

the lighthouse’s pulse,

the echo of every soul

that dared to rise

when the world said sink.

I pour.

Into the sea, into the sky,

into the hands of those

who forgot they were fire.

I pour until the ocean remembers

it was born from stars.

So when the current calls your name,

don’t ask if you’re ready.

You are.

You’ve always been.

Move accordingly.

Angel 🪽✨