Swirling chaos engulfs my feet
Yet my heart is a welcoming port
As those wicked waves batter the gentle world
I meet the storm’s eye with my own
And then I realize—
I realize that there’s beauty in Neptune’s decaying psyche.
It may be saturated with hardships
Drowning its very soul.
But it’s irrelevant.
It remains human.
My fellow people see that storm and make a frenzied dash from the storm.
But a few loyal friends stay close by my side.
We see the storm.
We walk towards it
I tell them succulent secrets as we paddle against
The vicious waves beating us with a mighty force
Trying to usher us back to shore.
But I remember to beat on ceaselessly.
I whisper that the beatings will finish.
I utter that paradise will be in sight.
I motivate them and invigorate
My comrades with a newfound strength to continue.
We arrive with our salt-stained tongues and
Our fatigued arms give out as we rest in that unmoving center.
At ease we flopped on our backs
Watching the ravaging storm
Slowly fading to the urges of pacifism.
We fall down laughing,
Joking that we had made a change
And start our journey back as new people.
Upon exiting the water we greeted those cowards with smiles.
We don’t blame them, but chuckle and embrace them
And they entangle their arms in our own.
My heart beats for these moments—
My heart longs for these moments when humanity
Overcomes the temptation of evils
Rather than yielding to it.