Rock
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There you are—
all storms and turbulent swells
crashing against the craggy shore
with each gust of wind.
Your foam envelops me—
covers me with briny tears,
drops of bitterness and fury,
a solemn barrage
evaporating
once you let me bring it into the light.
You entrust me with these pieces
of yourself,
for I am your rock,
the unwavering presence
at the end of your journey,
the guardian in the dark of night,
placing a shield around you,
absorbing the shock of your beating waves
before you could ravage the fragile shoreline.
You never noticed the erosion—
the slow and silent wearing down
under constant abrasion:
if I ever appeared different in your vision,
you thought it only because you had changed.
So you have,
and so you will continue to do
in an endless cycle
of spring and neap,
ebb and flow,
regular and inconstant as the moon—
until one day you return to see me
worn and smooth,
still sitting by the shoreline
in anticipation of your arrival.
I'll still be there
waiting...
