Analysis of Tides

This place feels so cold,
It’s a place I used to call home,
Where I used to fly
And dance all daylong.

This place slowly took my soul,
With every dance,
It broke my bones.
And every smile of joy,
was just an act of coy.

Here I was taught to love the flow,
Immerse with waves,
And crush onto the seawall.

But one day the flow
Took me to the shore.
The shore that felt so warm,
And more like Home.
That's when the tides came
And pulled me back
To the same place that felt so cold.