High Tide

it welled up like a wave inside,
you own desire,
a roaring ocean tide.

you'd lost track of its voice,
and rythyms and the melodies,
it lays down in your body,
as you make your way through the world.

you forgot you belonged 
to land of the living. 
so, raise your hands.
you had amnesia 
in regards to your own greatness
for far too long. 
so, raise your voice.

and what to do now?
now that they done gone?

now that you feel like waiting for them 
would be an unbearable fate of averageness?

now that you're too in love with 
yourself to notice their absence?

now that you took back the energy 
you thought they gave you?

now that you see their face 
without shadows side cast
across the eyes?

now that it's clear they were the 
lesson you needed to learn?

here is to the flame,
for it tempers.
here is your fire,
restored, and remembered.

to no more
empty space where
their heart was supposed to beat,
because it turns out,

you are enough.

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