Turning Tide

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The sea rolls in with silver light,

a restless rhythm, day and night.

It pulls me close, it lets me go,

a quiet strength I’ve come to know.

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Its waves can crash with roaring might,

then settle soft in fading light.

It mirrors all my tides inside,

the storm, the calm, the turning tide.

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I walk the shore where sand meets sea,

and hear the world breathe quietly.

Each shell, each wave, the drifting foam,

reminds me of the heart I’ve grown.

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The salt and wind, the endless blue,

carry whispers both old and new.

It teaches me to rise, to fall,

to let the water take it all.

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The storms at night can shake the shore,

yet dawn returns with light once more.

I watch the horizon’s endless sweep,

where secrets hide and sorrows sleep.

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Beneath the surface, currents run,

like hidden thoughts beneath the sun.

The depths are dark, mysterious, wide,

yet in it too, my strength can bide.

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And when I stand with feet in sand,

I feel the pulse beneath my hand.

The sea, it hums, it speaks, it frees,

a quiet home inside of me.

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It teaches patience, teaches grace,

to move with life’s unending pace.

To bend, to sway, to let things be,

and trust that the tides will carry me.