I have no control over the waves that crash upon the shore, or the rumble of its greatness. I hold no power over which grains of sand it takes under its liquid wings, how the wind will ruffle my hair no matter how many times I try to hide from it.
I only rule the breathes that I can take, inhaling it’s fervour. The only command that I hold is revelling in its authority.
So today I will run with the waves and not away from them. I will flow with the sands, not against the grain. The wind will no longer be an enemy but the sweetest of kisses along my skin. My heaven will be found in holding my arms out embracing all that it has to offer, wanting to hold the storm it carries under my own skin. I wish to be the strength that rumbles under its surface claiming as much as it gives back.