MENTAL HEALTH

Tidal Waves

some days are tidal waves
knocking me breathless
i gasp for air that won’t fill my lungs
drowning in the waters of worry

other days
i drift gently as a feather
floating on winds of hope
i bask in the warmth of joy
soaking in calm

healing is not linear
progress flows and ebbs like tides
some days i slip beneath the surface
fighting to stay afloat

other days
i soar high above the darkness
seeing light ahead
i breathe easier knowing
the low tides always recede

i softly embrace my broken spirit
cradle myself with kindness
mend slowly with care
fill its cracks with gold

i honor the darkness
for without it
i would not recognize the light
pain bears gifts if i am open

today i will walk gently
bare feet grounded on earth
heart open to sky
receiving whatever comes
with arms stretched wide

Image of waves crashing against rocky cliffs.
Photo by Олег Мороз on Unsplash
Editorial Acknowledgments

Thank you to Apurva Makashir and Tanvi Sethi for their inspired edits on the piece.

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