These waters
Pull at me
Lap at my hips
I learned to swim
In the roughest weather
So here
I am
Breathing in
Sure of myself
Sure of the tide
That always takes me
To you
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Siena Rose 
I love this poem. The ending is a surprise, and the rhythm of the whole is like the waves, ending with “to you”.
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I love that you picked up on the rhythm of the lines, something I didn’t do intentionally at all. It must have been subconscious. Thank you for noticing that.
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