Enduring the Chaos

In the noise and clatter of restless days,
I stand unmoved by the world's wild ways.
People spin storms and set fires ablaze,
While I hold steady, lost in my gaze.

They stir the waters with careless hands,
Creating tempests that choke the lands,
But I hold a compass, calm and clear,
Steering my soul through tides of fear.

The chaos rises, a deafening roar,
Waves crashing hard on a battered shore.
Yet I walk onward, weathered and strong,
Knowing the quiet will come before long.

For the noise can’t break what’s built within,
A haven untouched by the world's din.
So I let them scatter, burn, and shout—
In my heart’s calm shelter, storms blow out.