The tide is changing,
Drawing closer to shore.
What was once written in the sands,
Won't be there anymore.
It's been a good year,
Despite the twists and turns,
Some would have gotten flowers,
Others would have gotten ferns.
But despite the situation,
Despite the case;
No one can achieve elevation,
Without falling first on their face.
Some see them as battles,
Some see them as wars;
But in them we'll find lessons,
And the remnants called scars.
Now it's time for renewal,
For the mind, body and soul;
As the tide crashes into the sand,
Violent and cold.
Leaving behind a clean slate,
To right your wrongs;
It may be through poems,
It might be through songs.
But regardless of the medium,
Whichever you choose,
It will be one that transforms you;
Into a conduit he'll use.

~Tremar Ivey~