The Tide Poem by James Darwin Smith II

A lone glass bottle
Floating atop the bay
Traveling onward
Searching for the ocean
To finally sweep it away


It stays buoyant somehow
As the waves get bigger
And bigger long the way
Never breaking
But adapting
Out and about
The furthest it has ever gone before


Inside the bottle
Resides but, I
Feeling small and insecure
Taking in the surroundings
Looking for a belonging
Somewhere, anywhere
Where there is a place
I can breathe of sign of relief



To fit the narrative
Of beauty, charm and elegance
A non-fictional account
Of dreams floating freely
In the warming breeze



I want to keep giving myself positive reassurance
Comforting my surroundings
As I calm this spiritual quest
Giving great guidance to myself
Wherever the destination may be
Comforting my own soul
To something bigger
Than I could of ever imagined before



To break the glass
And float on my own
Is a great hope
Beyond what I could have ever hoped before


To travel afar
To be free and loved
While under the blue bright lit skies
Would be a great welcoming
To the stars nightly visit
Of an ever peaceful slumbering


Looking for the right tide
To wash me away
Into the right destination
Where I can finally feel
At peace with myself


I yearn to be free of any agony
Freed of all negativity
Experiencing the best of my best
As time it shines
Its everlasting achievements
Atop the pinnacle of a legacy
Serenading the mightiest brightest of years


Ahead




When the tide changes
And I can finally travel on


I will finally near completion
Of whom I really am as a whole



This is my dream
My ultimate dream
And as long as I am alive
My ultimate goal
Will always be
To free myself of any toxic woe



I just want peace and love
As I wait for the tide to take me home



I am my own
Time to finally let go


Changing tide
Take me home



All I can do is dream
I cannot do this alone

Tide, I want to go home
To finally be at peace


Tide; please give me hope and love