Whenever I am meant to ebb
it would seem as though I flow.
My retreat from the shore
helps me achieve the final blow.
The calm waters below
accentuate the ever rising wave
that creates turmoil on the surface
and deep down, reveals the brave.
I fight the waters in order to save
all that I know and who I am
but the higher the water rises,
the less it seems I give a damn.
And the waves, upon my head slam
and I close my eyes and drift
until a light on the ocean I spot
and with you, my spirits lift.
© Autumn Siders 2015