High tide and low
Ebb and flow
Wax and wane

Yet sometimes there are floods
Floods that do not recede
Some floods that overwhelm

Floods that you want to be swept away in
Floods you never want to end
Floods that bring you somewhere new

Floods that change the landscape of where you were
That seem to change the world
That seem unstoppable

Yet somehow the waters recede
Wet, damp, dry, parched
What could have happened to end this flood?

Indifference, lack of acknowledgement
Ignoring the onrushing torrent has taken the strength from the all-covering ocean
When all it needed to flourish was the smallest amount of encouragement

Is this the end of the water
Or has it pooled somewhere
Waiting for the moment to rise again