The Tide That Rises Against Her

Like waves, thoughts flood her - far too far above the shoreline.
She holds her breath. She breathes deep, the tide takes her under, but then all she has learned, she applies & she finds her breath again.

You see her tough, you see her strong.
She is not weak, so you are not wrong. But she is human & not so different from you after all. Independent by life’s default, its ebs & flows - not her choice or award she hangs on a wall.

But how she became, was not from the shallow end. She fought and treaded the waters that should have pulled her within.

Casted, her spiritual net catches her every time - Even when you cast your opinions & foe-filled thoughts…

she’ll pause, breath deep, & grab hold to the knots. Because it won’t stop her, she, won’t break, but only by faith, because she’s on God’s watch.

But there will be times, when the tide comes in, and that’s where she must apply her hardest work, again & again.