Tuesday 20 August 2019


Fluctuating Tides

By Francesca West


Tides in the ocean
All the water, always there.
Pulled high on shore
Only to rush out and leave the rocks bare.
I fill myself up with ideas of who I am.
I strip them all away to see what’s really there. 
This water, constant oneness, 
Never separates me from myself.
Now ready to give up determining 
If I am great, or lessened,
Depending on where I break along the shore.
Tides in the ocean cannot sway me anymore.

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