You are my Shore

This restlessness inside of me
Can only be stilled by your calm
This confusion can only be soothed in your arms…

These tumultuous thoughts
Like crashing waves, raging in the storm
Angry and relentless, foolish and fearless
Blinded at times by their own arrogance.
The waves surge ahead, proud and tall
Only to break at the shore;
Their pride shattered, haughtiness lost in the patterns of sands
Their existence destroyed into a zillion miniscule particles

You would think that the shore would gloat
And stand taller than the tall..
But yet the shore just gathers the waves in its arms
Soothing gentle and forgiving strength
And gives them back their meaning; their very existence
And, no, not even the bruises show - as they ride back again
Their spirit restored; renewed and reawakened
Strong enough to wager back to the turbulent seas again
Secure and warm in the knowledge of those waiting arms
Patient and strong; their safest harbor

I may head out into the open seas again, I may go and crash again
But I know that every time when I break, I will have you as my shore