I know that even the strongest trees can be struck by lightning,
I know that even the sturdiest of boats can fall to the raging sea,
That picturesque sunsets are also shadowed by darkness.
Then why am I unable to let go?
Then why do I keep waiting for things that aren’t coming back?
Instead, I resent the lightning that strikes at random,
Hate the sea that tames for no one,
Despise the darkness for washing away colours.
But at the same time, I see myself in them.
As lightening that flairs up without warning,
As the sea that creates waves of misery,
As the dark that dulls everything it touches.
Why do I keep fighting with myself?
Why do I keep waiting?
Because maybe, just maybe it’s not my fault after all.
I don’t resent lightening,
Just scared of the thunder that comes with it.
I don’t hate the sea,
Just sailors who don’t respect it.
I don’t despise the darkness,
Just clouds that obscure the stars.
Lightening helps feed the soil.
The sea can be calm.
Darkness does lull us to sleep.
So I should stop reminiscing for what is gone,
The trees, the ship and that sunset.
And look at what is left,
The beauty that it holds.