Just as the wind graces your face.
May you be this gracious with yourself.
The tides are not what they used to be.
They move with a strong current.
Whiplash
Never hurt like this.
The tide is forcing you to stay here.
To look and see the crashing waves.
And acknowledge the sea sickness they may provide.
To acknowledge that you are weak against the tide.
May the Creator bring you strength even as you hide.
So you can see above the waves.
Let your eyes be filled with water.
Let your heart sink.
Let it be what it is.
Because if not,
Your heart
Will be down.
Spirit weary.
Sit with the feelings of uncertainty and lean on the shoulders you trust.
Take it step
By step.
And again tomorrow.
You aren’t there yet but you will float.
Isabella Musherure ’23
Isabella is majoring in Psychology and Sociology. She is from St. Paul, Minnesota.