Bruises

I wonder,

How silence emerges mightier than the storm

And waves surrender to the shores' arms.

I wonder,

Why a mountain's ruggedness is lost to the traveler's footsteps

And a strike of lightning carries away the clouds' darkness.

I wonder,

Where do all the woes disappear after a victory

And fears run away once set free.

I wonder,

What makes grit defeat bad history

And the earth to carry on after every catastrophe.

I wonder,

When even the moon's blemishes fade away every fortnight

How do those bruises still breathe while you fight?