The goal
Is to be exceptional at weathering a storm
Lately I wouldn’t be disappointed to see my fingers
Clawed into the concrete shore
Free of my hands
So when you look out over the water
you will see me riding the waves
A bouy
Kept afloat by the heat in my chest
Until I am submerged
Until the heat dissipates
Overcome by the current of my own exhaustion
And surrender
The calm after a storm has a different taste
The water, in comparison, is placid
And remorseful
I kiss every stone and collect every stray fingernail
As I’m returned home
Next time I will hold on with my teeth
Liz, you are a strong, resilient, and ambitious woman! That is the feeling received after reading this poem. Next time, you'll be even stronger! Thank you for sharing this with us!