If it comes, let it

If it goes, let it

The ebb and flow of the tide

Under the light of the moon

Pulls me in

And lets me out

Like a breath drawn and released

From a scarred set of lungs

Or as a bird landing then leaving

The branch of an oak tree

Emotions like words drawn in sand

To disappear with retreating waters

If it comes, let it

If it goes, let it