The Storm that brings Peace

I gazed out on the water today, and I watched as the storms that had gathered at bay, Beat relentlessly upon the sand-laden soil, And thanked them for their toil. For in the years that have come and passed, I have learned that somethings do not last. Others are for naught than to change your past. I have loved. And I have rejected it's return, shoved. It was a thing, on a midnight dreary. Unfortunately love does make one weary. I have loved, but the love i felt one midnight dreary, Was cast off, in a syrette bleary. I can hate myself for the demon of days departed, Or love myself for the forgiveable fleshly fighter I emerged. As these waves hit the sand laden soil, From the Storm's tremendous toil, I came to realize that no change, benign or baneful, Happens without being meaningful.