All the things unsaid
All the reaching out that led nowhere
All the desire, all the confusion, all the pain
And the deep imprint of everything being swept away
Appears again unbidden in moments
Undertow
You seem to have evaporated
Only to return on lonely afternoons
Where echoes of old trauma pull on me
Unconsciously
I feel as though my insides are dissolving
And I fight to get free
At the same time as surrendering
It is all beyond words anyway
Why struggle to express it
Because in the midst of undertow
I feel so alone
Claimed by death
In tissue deep
Will this undertow ever end?
Despair encompasses me totally
In those dark hours
Though eventually I find my reprieve
As undertow disappears
As mysteriously as it arrived
And I find myself safe
Back on solid land
It is most probably illusion to hope
That undertow will not come again
Deep inside I feel I will never really know
The reason why
Undertow claims my soul
So when it comes
I must
For a time
Allow myself
To be swept away
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Thanks I so very nearly didn’t post this.
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I’m glad you did, it turned out great
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Another beautiful post! Hope is so strong, it somehow manages to always be at our center ❤
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Yes sometimes we lose sight of or connection with it for a while but it is there. 🌹
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