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 Between the Tides

Some days I soar on wings of gold, My spirit bright, my heart so bold. Other days the shadows creep, Pulling me to waters deep.

Back and forth, this endless dance, Between darkness and brilliant chance. One moment flying towards the sun, Next moment too heavy to run.

But listen close, dear heart of mine, Even in darkness, stars still shine. This storm inside will ebb and flow, Like tides that come and tides that go.

I am more than just these waves, More than the shadow that behaves Like it's the only truth I'll know— I am the light, I am the glow.

So gentle be with your own soul, For you are beautiful and whole. Even when the night feels long, Remember: you are fierce and strong.

Each breath you take, each step you dare, Is proof of courage, proof you care. Hold on through both the highs and lows, For dawn always follows shadow's close.

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