To live in ocean
sadness, and feel your
walls swept away in
careless waves. You make
comfort out of cataclysm,
from cyclones and maelstroms.
Feel cold sink into your
bones. You can break the ice
that coats your marrow
because you are not so brittle.
The water has
bred you into stalagmite.
You
are Scylla strong.
The hard places have taught you
to be a rock.