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.

1 comment: