The storm did what storms do.
It took things.
Certainty.
Direction.
Pieces of the horizon.
Maybe even pieces of us.
Yet somehow, one light remained.
Not bright enough to calm the sea.
Not powerful enough to stop the waves.
Just stubborn enough to stay.
And maybe that's what saves us in the end.
Not a life without storms
but finding something inside ourselves that refuses to go dark when they arrive.
So be honest
what stayed alive inside you when life gave every reason for it not to?