Echo Of The Silent Wave Poem by Sh.A .A

A little girl, like a star,
In life's ocean, not yet knowing her anchor.

Beside the golden sandy shore,

Her steps trembled, fear of drowning pursued her.

She watched the shore, a mirror of the sky,

Closed her eyes, breathing slowly,

Suddenly, an innocent face brightened,

An invitation to break the barrier of fear, a touch of water.

'Will you remain a distant star? ' his voice whispered,

'Won't you try the dance of the waves with your feet? '

Her eyes widened, a strange feeling enveloped her,

An innocent smile, a child's question: 'Am I afraid? '

'Don't worry, I'm here, my hand won't leave yours, '

His words a balm, planting the seed of trust.

Days passed, steps deepened,

Touching the water, hand in hand,

The star matured, her hopes blossomed,

Perhaps she erred, perhaps she clung to an illusion.

One day, a raging storm,

A wave swept away all that was.

A hand left a hand, a mirage dissipated,

He ran towards another shadow, leaving the star alone.

A great shock, a voice reverberated: 'What happened? '

Drowning in a sea of fear, or in a sea of pain?

Trust crumbled, a promise shattered,

Stabs in the heart, breaths fading.

She closed her eyes, surrendered to death,

For a moment, she felt that everything had ended.

But, in the depths of despair,

A faint point of light, a distant call.

The wave wasn't the end,

But the beginning of an awakening, of a new dawn.

She raised her head, gasped for air,

It wasn't the water suffocating her,

But the remnants of an illusion that weighed her down.

Let the waves crash, let the sky rage,

She's not a weak star, but a strong soul,

Learning from falling how to rise.

She looked around, the shore was still there,

But her reflection in the water had changed.

No longer that frightened child,

But a girl who understood the meaning of pain, and the meaning of survival.

She remembered his hand that left her,

A laugh that once seemed like the sun,

All the memories, like broken pieces of glass.

But she gathered herself,

Fear was no longer her master,

But a determination to rise, even with faltering steps.

She raised her head towards the distant horizon,

Wishing him well, the one who had left.

For love is not a chain, but freedom for those who love,

And heartbreak is not an end, but a harsh lesson.

She learned that happiness is not in a hand that holds,

But in a heart that forgives, and a soul that renews itself.

Let the stars of the night bear witness,

That even if the star gets lost, it will find its way.

It will shine again, stronger and more beautiful,

And will not fear the depths of the sea, but will sail through the

Tulip🌷