An Ode to A Starfish

A glimmering star in the deepest sea,  

No struggle too much to swallow it whole,  

For in every rupture, in each tear,  

A new form of beauty begins to appear.   

The arms stretch, once frayed and torn,  

Fingers reach toward the silken sky,  

Each pulse, a breath of resolve reborn,  

As fragments gather, and learn to fly.  

The tide pushes with relentless force,  

But patience is the anchor, still,  

In every break, a hidden source,  

Strength blooms in the quiet chill.  

Each piece lost is not truly gone,  

Shaped and sharpened, made more whole,  

Like the starfish, we rise upon,  

The trials that once claimed our soul.  

Through pain, through bitter storms,  

We grow in places once unknown,  

Finding beauty in the new forms,  

Stronger now, on our own.