Tidal

Like a tide you would push me away

I was left stranded on land losing my breath

Near death to the depth I trusted you to hold me in at the mercy of tears and begging

You would pull me back in

In these waters I could breathe again, this time we could dive a little deeper

The closer we grew. The stronger the tide began to push. Me. Back out.

There I was again, at the mercy of the Tide.

Stranded on shore not sure if your waters would return.

With every push and pull my body/mind and spirit grew weaker and waiting. I lost sense of my self and feared the comfort the water would bring knowing it would leave me again.

If I could prove how much I cared, if I could prove how important he was to me. Perhaps I could stay longer...

But it wasn’t about me. There is a Man on his Moon he has yet to officially greet. To ask this familiar stranger what it is he needs to say so that….

He can allow those that really Love him to stay.

My Soul does not belong on shore.

I belong in the deep: physically, emotionally and spiritually.

I am forced to grow deeper within myself and I am aware you are too.

Reflective Peace that captured me along Lake Michigan.