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Oceans Tide
Back and forth goes the oceans tides.
Life is like the tides.
The tides wash the negativity.
Or the tides rip all the way back into the ocean – never to be seen.
A good day feels like a trip through time.
A girl dancing in a flowy dress with flowers blooming throughout her mind.
A boy being lifted by his team in a celebratory manner with cheers roaring.
The tide is starting to pull away – far into the sunset.
A bad day feels like a downward spiral.
A girl with her sprinkling hopes turns to flat nothing.
A boy inspiring to become a sports star only to sit in defeat.
The tide strays far away – seemingly to not vanquish the surface.
The stars reflect on the ocean's surface, telling the tide not to rise.
The girl lost in her seeded mind.
The boy drowning in his failed accomplishments.
The sun slowly starts to rise – the tide shyly brushing the surface.
Everything gave the impression of flipping on its axis.
The girl, lost, is now beaming with sun rays glaring through her hair strands.
The boy, drowning, is now running across the field with the wind guiding him.
And for just a moment – everything appears serene.
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I remember multiple instances where I felt like I was having the worst day of my life, and everything else kept going wrong. I thought I was the problem and it just continued into the worst negativity dragging on. I failed to realize how the next day could be better. Yet, the next day after my worst days, it felt like the day before didn’t matter because I was in a good mood again. That is where everything seemed to go right for me and it made me realize that I wasn't the problem on bad days. Those bad days exist but the next day can always be better. That's why I wanted to write a poem for people to relate to or understand themselves. Whenever you fall, you have to keep getting up again cause you never know what good left is to come. I wanted to format this poem in a way where it shows how a good day can turn into a bad day and vice versa. I also wanted to structure it with two points of views, that being the girl and boy to add more variety.