When the tide ebbs and my feet aren’t covered with gritty foam
When the moon is swallowed up by waves and darkness
When I can no longer stand in the cold all alone
It will finally be over.
The struggles of the bird against the wind
The troubles my tongue causes when words fly
The tedious minutiae of days that do not end
Numb the pain of each loss.
When I climb the hills and look my fill
The other side may be in darkness
But the comfort of a new chapter
Will ease the awkward strain.
The seas look very calm
The light is just enough
I am warm and held tightly
I can let go.