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I’m at my lowest ebb.

The tide-line of my life marks out a stagnant pool,

Surrounded by the silted mud.

Deposits of the past, in which I sink,

As waiting stillness marks time in my head,

And heart and soul are overwhelmed with pain.

I am a child again, alone and lost,

And all my life seems called to this same tune,

An all-pervading sense of foolishness

Which came from father’s ever-ready wrath.

It echoes down the years within my mind

Whenever I hit troubles of the heart,

“How stupid I have been, its all my fault!”

The shame of failure bringing self-reproach.

Until my daughter took it to herself,

With knife and blade upon her own left arm,

Punishing the lie with violence to self…

“How stupid I have been, its all my fault!”

This needs a cleansing flow of rising tide

To wash away the damage of the past,

To bring new hope to our scarred memory

And truth to wounds that have been caused by lies.

To know my value, all surrounding Love -

As I love her with all I have within -

My faults and fears swept away unseen

As water brings new life…

Tide rise again!

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One Response to “Low water mark”

  1. mistershabba, on January 17th, 2010 at 11:56 pm Said:

    thanks redhead. wow- brutally honest.

    Tide rise again- yes, yes yes

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