Updated: Dec 9, 2018
There are tides in my heart.
Sometimes they swell and break.
Other times they shake and crash against my walls but don’t spill.
Occasionally the waters run so deep that the slightest tilt causes them to overflow.
It’s a mixture of bloodstained emotions and memories and fears.
The lackadaisical imprints of experiencing existing.
Proof of life.
Sometimes the tides are infinitely soothing.
The walls crack and break, and from the waters of my soul,
- Of Wolves and Wildflowers-