i brace myself,

against the cold wind.

it cuts me down,

makes me bleed again.

the rocks dig,

into my bare feet.

i stumble on,

too stubborn to admit defeat.

the rain pelts down on me,

laughing at my weakness.

freezing my bones.

and all that it reaches.

i’ll fight,

like i always do.

it cannot win.

i must get through.

the thunder bellows,

as i try to run.

“you’ll never get away,

you’re pathetic, little one.”

but he’s wrong, you see.

for i already feel warm.

i can see the sun on the waves.

in the most beautiful art form.

the water licks my wounds,

as i run through the sea foam.

and in your arms,

i know i’ve found my home.