I brave the storm: Poem

 

I brave the strom

On the waves like a somersault

Unfathomed by joy and peace

I see the day of light on lease

The wayfarer wonder about

State of my art

I joyfully replied

Pause to fresh new start

The sunrise thus 

Becomes my savior

And the moonlight 

Cease to become my waver

The stars and constellation

Are my friends in disguise

season ‘s wax and wane

Become my salient device

I borrow hope from dawn

And dusk softened seams

Once what injured & broken

Now seems hopefully gleam

The curtain of water

Harbor my dreams

What forgotten once

The mist of life now seems to beam

For even storms get weak

& waves learns to rest

I didn't surrender 

But learning to truest west

Zahra Huma

Feb 04 2026