True Serenity

The wind blew swiftly upon the torrents of sea water,

Upon the waves which crashed the jagged rocks lining the border.

Rough, bitter coldness sweeping through,

Like the great serpents of the blue depths,

Claiming all with its mouth gaping wide.

There in the middle of the treacherous storm,

Risen up from the water on a small but sturdy mould of stone.

There in the middle of God’s destruction,

Stood a boy, the child-like innocence shining in his eyes,

He neither struggles in motion, nor wavers in his steady gaze.

Lightning flashes, thunder shatters the silence and strikes around him.

Willing him to flinch, to show signs of anxiousness, or any form of unease.

However, the boy does not bat an eyelash,

The pace of his heart beats in time to the rhythm of the world crashing down at his feet.