We Are the Storm That Makes the Light by ©2026Ocean Eversley
This sunset doesn’t show light despite the storm—it reveals light because of it. The turbulence in the sky, the bruised clouds and restless wind, are not separate from that fire on the horizon; they are what give it urgency, contrast, and power. In this moment of political rupture, when the country feels fractured and the air itself seems charged with injustice, we must remember that we are not passive witnesses to the weather—we are the storm that makes the light visible. Our anger, our grief, our questions, our insistence on talking to one another are not signs of collapse but of creation. Like a soul song rising from struggle, this light is born from pressure, from refusal, from love with a backbone. We are not here to wait for calm—we are here to illuminate, to challenge, to raise our concerns collectively against the tyrants wrong-doings-and vote in humane leaders who stand for justice.
We Are the Storm That Makes the Light (Poem) by Ocean Eversley
The light does not arrive by accident.
It is pulled from bruised clouds,
from skies restless with unfinished justice,
a fire sharpened by weather
that refuses to be calm.
This horizon tells the truth plainly:
the storm and the glow are kin.
Turbulence gives the flame its voice,
pressure teaches brightness how to rise,
urgency teaches it where to stand.
So it is with us—
anger braided with love,
grief learning how to speak,
questions crackling through the air
like electricity before rain.
We are not spectators of the weather.
We are the storm itself—
our conversations, our refusal of silence,
our insistence on seeing one another
turning resistance into illumination.
This is not light that waits for peace.
It is light born from movement,
from bodies and voices pushing back,
from the chorus of "No,"
from the truth that outlast the tyrant,
until injustice looses its power and peace is restored. .