The Tide

When the tide comes in,
It washes away footprints,
Both of hopes and fears

Whether they are yours,
These footprints in the damp sand,
Or if they are mine

When the tide comes in,
Will we stand by and watch it?
Or will we join it?

For we can follow
Our footprints that the tide takes
Into the unknown

So when the tide comes,
Will you leave with it, with me?
Or will you say bye

Bye to everything
You have ever known in me,
Ever known in you

When the tide comes in
Will you end your suffering
And follow yourself

Or will you stay here
In the past that must be washed
With the pain that comes
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a spur of the moment poem but it is basically a poem dedicated to my mom... whose past has a hold on her not even I can break so as I move forward, with our hopes and dreams, and fears, she stays behind, where pain traps her.....

Do you get it? And can you relate to this poem in any way??

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