Tuesday, April 16, 2013


I return to this water
Each time to renew,
When the walls close in
In that other world
I don’t ever understand
Where I am always
Stubbing someone else’s toes
Where I always say the wrong thing
Make the wrong move
Hurt the wrong people
When I know no better
Than to think I might
Make things better
But make them worse
When sorry sounds sad
Rather than sincere
When I ache for redemption,
I find it here, flowing over me
Inside of me, around me,
even when I know
I’ve been wrong.

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