The Tide

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Standing at the shore,
my toes buried in the wet sand,
the tide washing over my bare feet.
Am I ready to walk into the waves?
As I push myself foward,
I feel a tug in my chest,
yanking me backwards, away from the water.
I struggle to escape the clutch of my heart.
It pulling me back,
and I, pulling me forward.
As it finally unclenches it’s grasp,
I was thrown into the unfamiliar depths.
I fight the water
and take on the waves.
But the current grew too strong.
I was being pulled under.
Deeper and deeper.
Reaching for something to pull me up,
straining to stay afloat.
My lungs searching for air
and my heart aching of my betrayal.
As I sank into the abyss
and my body flooded,
my mind cleared up.
I realized my heart
knew something I didn’t
and if I would have given it
a breath of thought,
I may still have a breath left to breathe.

The Choice

How do you know what to do?
The choices you make define you.
You could choose one or the other,
but what if you should have chose another?

If I choose a choice
to speak my voice
will my words remain unheard?

But if I choose the choice
to muffle my voice
will my words become too blurred?

But is the choice to choose
the one I feel
is the one I cannot refuse?

Or is the choice to choose
the one I know
is the one that will ignite my fuse?

A life,
no matter what choices you choose,
is only worth living,
if your choices were made for you.

Caught

There’s this feeling I just can’t shake.
That I’m trapped with no room to breathe
yet I’m stranded and alone, left to wreathe.
I’ve been caught in a mistake.

Every step away I try to take,
I get pulled right back in.
I’m surrounded by the choices I make
everywhere I am going and have been.

I feel it everywhere
all the time.
If only I could get some air,
I might find my reason and rhyme.

Choice of Words

Withering voices.
Teetering thoughts.
Stranded on the edge
Destined to fall.
Fading to the sounds
Of all that was lost.
Left only with our choices
No matter the cost.
Some right, some wrong
But they’re all done.
The moment that our word
turned to spikes
those sharp, jagged pieces
Are what lead us to fight.