Ebb and Flow

via Daily Prompt: Tide

I watched him sail
away from me
astride a tiny skiff
A fragile thing
or so it seems
would give in a moments grip

I watched him part
the sun-stained depths
unaware what lay beneath
I thought to myself
as he slipped from sight
did I win? Did I win?

Did I beat the angry swords of fear
and fashion his armor right?
Did I strengthen the walls of his pliant heart
not too hard and not too soft?
Did I temper the mettle of his precious soul
to bend but never break?

What measure have I for success
or failure
but to set this skiff adrift?
and hope one day he returns to me
a neatly crafted ship.


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