Tides of Truth


Part of an Intimate Poem Series

To society, my existence was as malleable as gold

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One day I woke up and no longer recognized myself.

Turns out, I had been living a lie.

To society, my existence was as malleable as gold.

I let them mold my being to meet all their definitions of the who, what, where, when and why.

I was further and further away from my roots, my core, my authentic self.

I was never able to rise above the surface until I was hit with a tide so strong it dragged me to shore.

A transition so profound, it left me stranded. I had no choice but to swim against the tide back to the island of truth, back to my life’s purpose.



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