Riptides

There are days you feel everything all at once
or nothing at all.
Two extremes
pulling at your heart
like playing a chaotic tune
on its favourite harp.
Happy days making you feel all the feels
too happy to be true
peaceful blue skies
with gentle winds
breezing their love at you
You might even think you’re a butterfly
happy, and ready to fly
That’s when realization strikes you’re falling,
against the wind.
And then you think
you’re a shooting star
burning through the happiness
before it gets dark.
But what a shame it is
to compare yourself to an insect or a burning stone
when you are the one that hones.
All these emotions they move at your command
because you are not the sun
neither the stars.
You are the moon
that pulls and repels
all these happy memories or painful spells
like the tides in the sea.
One moment ruling the waves
or waning your world in riptides.

Plettenberg Bay, South Africa.