there’s an elegance
to her rage
how she considers
before
she strikes
how the stars align
and the moon pulls
at her
spirit
bend over
backwards
when the tide
pulls forward
you are not
of the ocean
you will not
swim
for a moment
just
let her—
she yearns
she breathes
she knows
she is at peace?
the tide pulls
and she looks
the other way
the
storm
arrives
by choice or by force
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This made me think of what it feels like to be pulled and influenced by so much in the world, and sometimes the hardest things is to let go and face the ocean.
I really liked the clever use line breaks in this poem, great work!