The Cliff and The Sea

Alone she stands and towers the sea

He pounds against her

With fists that wave one after the other

Some days, he is calm

And she is grateful

She stands tall

Forever faithful

But he is a tyrant

That, she can count on

Blow after blow

He lets her know

She is nothing

But dust on the wind

He doesn’t see her strength

Never known her worth

Doesn’t notice her tears

She cries out for years

Wave after wave

Blood stains his hands

Bruises break the skin

And stone crumbles into sand

Never before has he known

She always stood alone

And never will he search

For the power she’s had since birth

He is a tyrant

That, she can count on

Day becomes night

And she can expect a fight

Black rock glistens

Where she is worn

She sprays salt in her wounds

She stands battered and torn

Never will she tumble

Never will she fall

No matter who ignores her

If we never answer her call

He beats and he pounds

Still, she stands firm

Amplifying the sound

Of waves crashing

Hands bashing

Bare-knuckled and raw

Because he is a tyrant

That’s all she can count on

A lonely cliff

She’ll never fall

For who will catch her, but he?

Never

Will she kneel

To the sea.