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.