Full fathom five thy father lies. Of his bones are coral made. Those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing of him that doth fade. But doth suffer a sea-change. Into something rich and strange.
Shakespeare, The Tempest

Let the water wash your exhaustion away.
Sink into the calm amongst the chaos.
Be a buoy.
Still, floating.
As the wave ebbs, know that you will rise another day.
This time, alive. Whole. Anew.
In trust that the map for every valley,
Has always been within you.