Feeling used, and thrown away

Like trash floating in a sea of sorrow

But I'm scooped up

In a net woven with strands of hope

Pulled ashore by the tides of love

And I'm rescued from the riptide

Kept from being dragged back under

Not by false hopes but by family

Something that withstands the storm

Something sacred and stable

It can be shattered, but it will always rebuild

A mothers arms hold solace

A fathers embrace holds trust

A brothers hand holds friendship

And a sisters smile holds love

Every teardrop is a waterfall

But every person is their own salvation

Finding your center and keeping the balance

Between light and dark,

Good and evil

The sun and the storm