As the tides come and go,
reaching land,
then receding back out,
I’m met with the mysterious nature
of the cyclical nature
that is your shadow side.
I’ve decided I don’t need to
allow your traversing in and out
of the state of liminality
that is my heart’s deepest chambers.
This is no longer your place
of whatever this is you call comfort.
So when those tides return,
I’m forcing you into those waters,
where you might find
the one to help you find your light.
I am not the one.