The Unbreakable Pace
A tremor shakes the ground, the air is torn, A sudden, violent, catastrophic birth; The sound, a monstrous echo, coldly borne, Assaults the senses, strips the world of worth. A silent second where the mind is blank, A primal instinct whispers: flee and hide ; The shattered glass, the ruined, blackened tank, Reflect the chaos raging deep inside. But then, the spirit, forged in hotter fires, A slow, defiant ember starts to glow; It scorns the terror, mocks the pyres, Refusing to accept the crushing blow. For needs are vast, a mountain built so high, A greater future beckons from the mist; A vision held against the weeping sky, A promise sealed with the unflinching fist. This isn't bravery in the reckless sense, But will-to-meaning sharply understood; The purpose built, a solid, strong defense, Against the fear that paralyzes good. The blast may carve a scar upon the stone, It cannot touch the architecture of the soul; The trauma felt, acknowledged, but outgrown, The damage paid, ye...