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In the reflection of that water

I used to find myself in the reflection of that water,

And cleans myself of troubled thoughts

At rivers bend , claim name as abandon daughter,

I whispered into every tear my shame and greatest fears,

That after all these years that I had made it clear

That no love was real, and that I should persevere.

To have my heart torn out, torn before me.

I soothed it’s hot wounds in the lapping wake

In the ripples that my teardrops make

Examined as the flesh grew mark,

Record each pain in pink puckered scar.

I used to find myself in the reflection of that water,

Strip bear my inhabitations lay bare to naked skin,

Laugh at indiscretion, death, and fear when I dove in.

Dove down into the waters where silence overtook,

To noise and sleepy slumber of the flowing living brook.

I used to concentrate on beauty and the confidence life took,

And drown my insecurities and grin at boys who looked.

I used to find myself in the reflection of that water,

In the moons bright light astride the bank

when summer nights grew hotter.

I used to let the water pull me to the center of myself,

Let it hold onto me when I was lost to everybody else,

I used to sing it lullaby’s , until I found myself,

Now I’m getting older, they say the waters gotten cold,

And I have gotten harder but that I have gotten bold,

And I know I’m apt at swimming but there are some

Bridges I have known, but sometimes I think of running water

Over my frayed and frazzled soul.

But a storm is coming closer with terror in its clouds,

Hiding in shrouds of chaos , with rain that’s falling down,

It’s tearing away the sandy banks and washed my water out.

It took away some part of me and held it tell it drown.

I wonder what I can see of myself in the wake of all this change,

Now all that’s left to do, is start wading through the pains.

And fallow thoughts that whisper “if I see myself the same”,

And I’ll remember I used to find myself

In the reflection of that water,

How much she cared for me

And how much I was taught there

And how everything has changed.

But I have left my mark there.

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