The Cycle

Fear began the quiet quake,
Frustration sparked the fault lines break.
Panic flared, then doubt crept near —
A storm inside, the voice unclear.

But awe broke through like morning light,
Relief arrived, then rest from fight.
Exhausted hands, a proud new face,
Having stumbled, found new grace.

Then came stillness, clear and wide,
Gratitude walked by its side.
Curiosity lit the flame,
And willingness stepped in again.