Tides in My Chest

Within my chest, the tides arise, A surging wave, a constant roar. Its rhythm swells, it never dies, It pulls my soul to distant shores. Each ebb and flow, a sacred stream, A cycle carved by unseen hands. It feeds my hopes, it fuels my dreams, A tidal force that understands. This ocean vast, within contained, Holds life’s great depths, its ceaseless song. Through calm and storm, through joy and pain, Its waves will carry me along.