Lost sight of land
As the waves grew.
Weak legs couldn’t stand
When the ship tossed and threw
Possessions overboard,
Everything that we knew,
All we tried to hoard
And attach purpose to.

Lost what we adored,
Yet we somehow remained,
Learned that we’d be restored
If we never regained
Our things washed by the tide.
What meant most, we retained,
And knowledge of the strength inside
Is, from crisis, what we gained.