Resilience

The storm moves through her hair.
She does not move.

Around her, the shore churns and the sky breaks open.
But she holds something the wind cannot reach —
a delphinium, growing straight.
Rooted in what cannot be shaken.

In the language of flowers, the delphinium speaks of an open heart, of lightness that has been earned.
It is her inner anchor.
Quiet. Certain. Unafraid.