The Shape of Forward

progress moves like ocean waves—

not in straight lines 

but in the rhythm of tides 

pulling forward then back

present moments blur 

into ripples of uncertainty; 

each step so small 

I cannot see change

yesterday's victories fade 

like footprints in wet sand, 

while doubt's steady hand 

traces patterns in my thoughts

setbacks do not define the journey— 

they are just the undertow 

teaching me to swim stronger, 

to breathe deeper

I believe in this strength 

even when weakness shows; 

the smallest wave still shapes the coast 

that’s how progress flows

never rest too long 

when the view seems sweet; 

the ocean knows no summit, 

only endless horizons to meet

worth every scar earned in the surf, 

worth learning to float through pain— 

progress bends with the tide

but cannot break 

this resilient spirit