Tides
Tides. Constant tides. Waves that crash over and over again.
Some days you walk away from them and other day you let them pull you in. As though you want, need the attention. Yet the parts of you are so glued to the sand. Even though the sand is sinking it still finds a new deeper place for you.
Sometimes you even beg yourself to go deeper, tempting the ocean with the opportunity to sweep you off your feet. As though it was completely a fooling. Yet you know you put yourself into the place, begging and pleading for the chance.
Yet even as the tide is pulling you away from the shore you are a little bit frantic but not really noticing just how far off you are, until the night falls.
Then the lights are no longer visible and the meanings of possible life threatening events are, maybe, a possibility. Yet you still hope that someone misses you. That wander soul left on the beach side is wanting you to come back to the shore.
Yet are they really calling you back or waving you goodbye?
Then when you release yourself, giving in to whatever should happen you realize you can swim. That as rough as the tides pull you, the capabilities you soar with, are stronger. Digging inside of yourself you pump your arms back to the shoreline.
Only to realize that it is still daylight. That you never left the shore. You currently are just digging the sand for a sandcastle. All that weighed you down in the calming of the tides, was just that, weights.
You overcome them all and the one thing that made you think you needed to drown was that of the losing emotion. The factor that person you saw on the beach was important only to realize, to them, you don't mean much.
The tides are just tears that fell while you recalled memories. And all that crashing, struggling was you trying to see if you could handle being alone.
You survived. Now you are sitting on the beach making sand castles for the small ones. Indeed the struggle is real. Every day. Being alone is not all bad. But friendships are supreme too.
Some days you walk away from them and other day you let them pull you in. As though you want, need the attention. Yet the parts of you are so glued to the sand. Even though the sand is sinking it still finds a new deeper place for you.
Sometimes you even beg yourself to go deeper, tempting the ocean with the opportunity to sweep you off your feet. As though it was completely a fooling. Yet you know you put yourself into the place, begging and pleading for the chance.
Yet even as the tide is pulling you away from the shore you are a little bit frantic but not really noticing just how far off you are, until the night falls.
Then the lights are no longer visible and the meanings of possible life threatening events are, maybe, a possibility. Yet you still hope that someone misses you. That wander soul left on the beach side is wanting you to come back to the shore.
Yet are they really calling you back or waving you goodbye?
Then when you release yourself, giving in to whatever should happen you realize you can swim. That as rough as the tides pull you, the capabilities you soar with, are stronger. Digging inside of yourself you pump your arms back to the shoreline.
Only to realize that it is still daylight. That you never left the shore. You currently are just digging the sand for a sandcastle. All that weighed you down in the calming of the tides, was just that, weights.
You overcome them all and the one thing that made you think you needed to drown was that of the losing emotion. The factor that person you saw on the beach was important only to realize, to them, you don't mean much.
The tides are just tears that fell while you recalled memories. And all that crashing, struggling was you trying to see if you could handle being alone.
You survived. Now you are sitting on the beach making sand castles for the small ones. Indeed the struggle is real. Every day. Being alone is not all bad. But friendships are supreme too.
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