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.