by Cassidy N.

I will not be a conch shell.
I will not latch on to person after person allowing them to make a home of me, left repeatedly outgrown and deserted on a painfully lonely cycle.
I will not be the shore, begging constantly for waves to wash over me so my bones can bind together and feel stable once again.
Instead I will be the very tides that the sand longs for. I will be powerful and pulled by only the moon over my head, I will crash and I will carry things within me, always returning back to home; but only after I’ve curiously drifted and created through a life that is so much more.


11 thoughts on “Tides

  1. I really love the ocean theme; this is a really amazing poem, and it makes me want to go to the beach and look at it using the theme of this poem, and when something makes me want to go to the beach, you know it really moved me lol.
    Nice work, Cassidy!

  2. Relatable. Very, very, relatable. Especially the conch shell bit. I’ve made that mistake many times and I still tend to. That is a mistske I will never learn from. I like myself a relatable poem, so this was wonderful, Cassidy!

  3. This is an excellent poem with a great meaning of independence (in my subjective opinion). The comparisons are fantastic, along with the details with imagery of the tides; it is really expressive. Awesome job on this. I hope to see more of your works.

  4. Really gorgeous poem, reminds me of the beach visits my family has taken. Such a picture it painted, and emotions it provided. This is so pretty, keep up the good work!

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