If I Were the Tide
This poem was inspired by a question posed by Cassian Delmare on 11 August 2025.
If I were a myth the salt of my ocean would press softly with lips like waves below your surface a current unhurried yet known tormented at times by storms of the eye quiet, though capable of rage ever steadied by purpose I ride foam settling on shores familiar, foreign distant, disappearing a shoal of intent half-formed shifting and threatening to vanish then sinking with struggle your judgment a false stand it cannot swallow me today I ride waves I wander, I search I find shells of existence lost remnants of life unlived in shifting sands but I flow, I ebb I wash away fear and replenish comfort understanding empathy . . . footprints in the sand your judgment lingers in tide pools of pain while waves erode your chance to know me but know I am an ocean of empathy if I were a myth I’d swallow you whole and spit you back to shore pure from your need to judge





This is gorgeous writing! <3
Beautifully written. I felt like a wave reading it.