I'm like water—quiet, clear, and still,
But don't mistake silence for lack of will.
I'll flow where I can, and seep through the cracks,
And when blocked by mountains, I don't turn back.

I'll whisper through roots, I'll crawl through the stone,
I'll carve out a path to make it my own.
I won't be stopped; I'll bend or I'll break—
In time, even stone is forced to shake.

I'll find a way, or I'll make it mine—
For water is patient, and power divine.
No wall is too strong, no canyon too steep—
I'm relentless and stubborn, a force that runs deep.

So try if you will to hold me at bay—
I'm like water: I'll find a way, or carve a way.

— I'll Carve my Way , 10/7/24