Solace

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.