I’ve seen the tide,
It flows in, and flows out
I’ve watched how nature lives,
How she breathes and moves,
How she curves, and holds space.
I have been held in her salty embrace,
Rocked, and teary as she whispered,
Her gentle breath on my cheek-
“My daughter, you are safe,
Release your fears to me”
As I softened, I knew.
My softness is my strength,
My story is my gift
Love,
Michelle
