The Constant “It”

“Like a river, which always finds its way to lower ground even if it has to dig through canyons, life manages to find the shortest route to “normalcy” , stubbornly struggling against fear.”    Marina Nemat

With every sunset and every rise
I feel it in my tides
When I love being calm, I have to enrage
This is the way it is, I guage
I know I am strong enough to resist it
But my abysmal depth strengtens me to confront it.

With waters’ flow and winds’ blow
I experience it when they gnaw
Let me stand here quiet and straight
Why do you want my influence to abate?
I know I am hard enough to resist it
But my unassailable fortress fortifies me to confront it.

With unalike temperatures on land and sea
I see it when here and there I flee
I wish to drift where I care
Why is it all a snare?
I know I am firm enough to resist it
But my invincible celerity beefs me up to confront it.

With every instant and every second
I just find it constant
It breaks my heart and shatters me down
I desire to hold things on
I know I am stiff enough to resist it
But my inviolable strength pushes me to confront it.

With every force – wrong or right
I figure it holding my hands tight
I don’t know what makes it invariable
Its presence is not deniable
I know I am steadfast enough to resist it
But my unfathomable existence thrusts me to confront it.