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High Waters
A Poem
i go through the tides every day
and always come out the same
as if i can’t be moved for anything
besides the gentle back-and-forth of life.
you tried to come into my waters,
but i never let you past the shore.
trust me, it was better that way.
the storms come and go,
just like everyday happenstance,
but i would rather weather them alone
than face the thought of being left behind.
i knew you’d never stay — your life was too full —
but you still tried to meet me across the distance.
it was a fool’s errand, and you paid the price.
and when i feel like i’m drowning,
suffocating on life’s poisons and disappointments,
i close my eyes and tell myself a story to get through.
sometimes i’d still catch glimpses of you on your boat,
but i never waved to you or acknowledged you at all.
you weren’t the villain, but i was the monstrous one.
high waters — yes,
they keep tugging me this way and that,
but at least you’re…
