Rarely Seen

The thing about a river
Is you always know
There's not much going on
That could hurt you below

But I am the ocean
And all that it brings-
Storms, monsters, trenches;
So rarely seen

And once in awhile
A tsunami will rise
Trying to get rid of
The demons inside

But the one that survived
After the storm has passed
Is the one that will see
All the beauty at last.

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