Thursday, 18 November 2010

From the Deep...

He said he was not a monster from the deep
He was wrong
With strong words he drew the picture
I struggled to see…

Broken, he said

He has, it seems, a tolerance
For my confusion
My wish to run
My emerging desire…

His own desire
To break, uncover, quiet, reshape
Breaks the surface of the water like the bow of a determined ship
Riding the waves of my indecision…

Firmly, I am taken in hand
Led through the shallows
Baptised in the colder waters
Bound yet freed…

He is not a monster from the deep
He is my monster from deep within me
And he is come to the surface
For a reason…

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