A Blossoming Spirit

As I think on this year that slipped by so quickly,
one constant remains: the presence of water.

River, sea, ocean!
The vastness of which makes me feel so small—
a feeling of nothingness
that makes me feel so grounded.

Water washes away everything—
scars, pain,
coldness that bites,
the freshness that renews my soul.
A reminder that, in comparison to its vastness,
my pain is nothing but a drop in the water.

To hear the waves crash with force—
a force that is uncontrollable.
When water decides to take me into its bosom,
there is no escape.
Even the rocks, despite their strength,
have chosen to be at its mercy.

Who am I then, a mere human,
just a whisper in the ocean’s roar?