The strength of your ebb

The strength of your ebb
Pulls me in,
In the force of your flow
I am crushed

The more I ask
Who am I?
The more the sediment

I have said,
“This is not me
This is the pain!”
And the surrendering reveals
It was my essence
All along.

I have said,
“As I heal
This will go”
Only to comprehend
Everything I rejected
Is I.

What is the living out
Of an injury
But eventual freedom from it
Or death?

Today I am free
From who I thought I

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