Poems About Life

the tides

In everything there is a push and pull
In the night and day, the winter and summer, in the tides of water
There's times in life your emotions amd life feels full
There's the nights that run on forever leaving you wondering how to get up again

In my sun and in my high tide im a bird
Weightless, free to go wherever I wish
To feel to cold rain on my skin to make me feel alive
And to know peace and contentment

In my moon and in my winter my demon sits heavy on my heart
Fat on my heartache, whispering doubts in my ear
He empties out my happiness and locks my good memories away
To feel empty and hollow, without a shadow to remind me of light

In the dark its hard to remember the light
When the low tide takes me it pulls me from shore
Leaves me without the strength to swim or fight
Just enough energy to float and watch the shore disappear

The tides of my life delight in pulling me to the depths
Crushing weight with the dark and the cold as my companions
Or as high as they can take me
Leaving me breathless before they punish my soul, breaking it on the shore

The demon whispers
'Maybe this is your last high tide
Maybe the depths will not loose their hold
Wouldn't that be glorious? Drowning in your fear without hope of the dawn'

The tides like to talk to me in my dreams
All the words of advice and caution
All the doubts and criticism

If I can't remember the sun will the moon become my warmth?
If I can't remember the smell of summer dew will the frost on dead tree limbs replace it?

If I give in to the low tide dragging me under the surface will it finally feel like home?