I’m

sorry . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ what

did

.

y

o

u

.

say ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

must

.

h

a

v

e

. 

been

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

I

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

warmth

.

o

f

.

a

.

passing

glance . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I 

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

warmth . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I 

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

warmth . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I 

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

warmth

.

o

f

.

a

.

passing

glance . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

started

dreaming

.

o

f

.

the

dance.

Reflection: This was a short, simple romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2016 where the romancer gets swept away for a moment by another. I’ve had this kind of experience many times in my life, and I’m sure most everyone has.

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

just

what

.

i

s

.

the

color

.

o

f

.

my

mood ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

although

.

i

t

.

seems

.

t

o

.

move

.

s

o

.

soon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

thought . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

joy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

my

only

want . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

s

–

–

–

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

When

first

.

i

t

.

happened,

.

.

I

.

.

cannot

.

b

e

.

sure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

I

cannot

discern . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

cannot

discern . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

whether

.

t

h

e

.

trace

.

o

f

.

words,

.

.

I

.

.

thought

.

I

.

heard

before,

.

.

w

a

s

.

.

the

turning

.

o

f

.

the

blur . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

r

–

–

–

the

blurring

.

o

f

.

the

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

valleys

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

curiosity

stirs . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

valleys

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

uncertainty

burns . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

in 

quiet

passings

.

w

e

. 

suddenly

–

–

MERGED

MERGED

MERGED

–

–

into

the

–

–

BLUR

BLURR

BLURRR

–

–

of

the

–

–

URGE

URGE

URGE

–

–

of

.

t

h

e

.

deep,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

wild,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

winding 

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

deep,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

wild,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

winding 

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

merging 

into

.

t

h

e

.

blur . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ merging 

into

.

t

h

e

.

blur

.

o

f

.

the

urge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ merging 

into

.

t

h

e

.

blur

.

o

f

.

the

unsure

.

a

n

d

.

insecure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ of

.

t

h

e

.

words

.

I

.

thought

. 

I

.

heard

before . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

So

.

y

o

u

.

ask,

–

–

what

is

.

t

h

e

.

color

.

o

f

.

my

mood ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ well,

.

.

a

t

.

.

times

. 

i

t

.

blooms

.

i

n

t

o

. 

soothing,

–

–

romantic

moons,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

at

others,

.

.

a

.

.

dark,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

deep,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

brooding

blue . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

because

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

because

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

because

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

thought . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

joy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

my

only

want

.

i

s

.

you.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2015 where the affected party meets someone he/she is highly attracted to who ends up absorbing and consuming much of his/her life throughout the days, weeks, and/or months of attraction. I’ve had a few experiences like this in my life as I’m sure most people have from time to time.

Please

take

.

a

.

seat

.

r

i

g

h

t

.

here

.

w

i

t

h

.

me,

–

–

overlooking

.

t

h

e

.

sea . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

sea

.

o

f

.

memory . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

where

only

–

–

soothing

silence,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

silent

soothing

–

–

speaks . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ where

only

–

–

soothing

silence,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

silent

soothing

–

–

speaks . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

although

.

w

e

.

cannot

.

q

u

i

t

e

.

perceive

.

t

h

e

.

whispered

words

.

o

f

.

peaceful

ease . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

e

–

–

–

can

.

a

t

.

least 

–

–

hear,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

feel,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

breathe

.

t

h

e

.

hint

.

o

f

.

what

.

s

h

e

.

means . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

hint

.

o

f

.

what

.

s

h

e

.

means . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Please

take

.

a

.

seat

.

r

i

g

h

t

.

here

.

w

i

t

h

.

me,

–

–

overlooking

.

t

h

e

.

sea . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

sea

.

o

f

.

memory . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Take

.

a

.

sip

.

o

f

.

the

.

warming

.

ease,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

simply

smile,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

be,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

drift,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dream . . .

–

–

–

.

.

. 

right

.

here

.

i

n

.

peace

.

w

i

t

h

.

me.

Reflection: This was an inspiration/hope-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2015 in reflection of the simple, soothing, peaceful ease quiet moments can bring.

It

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t 

–

–

–

what

.

believes

.

i

n

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

what

.

believes

.

i

n

.

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

what

.

believes

.

i

n

.

everything

.

beyond

.

a

n

d

.

between . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ what

.

believes

.

i

n

.

everything

.

beyond

.

a

n

d

.

between . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

include

.

every

.

piece

. 

a

n

d

.

part

.

o

f

.

we . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

it

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

i

s

.

not

.

what

.

w

e

.

believe . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

what

.

believes

.

i

n

.

we.

Reflection: This was an inspiration/hope-themed poem that I wrote back in April of 2015 to inspire a sense of hope, harmony, optimism, and belonging by shifting the focus from what we personally believe to what believes in us. So many hold so firmly to their individual beliefs which can be very divisive in nature and create a life of isolation, loneliness, and pessimism.

Today

.

I

.

.

f

e

l

l

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

. 

dreaming

rays

.

o

f

.

a

warming,

.

romantic

haze . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ of

.

a

.

passing

moment

.

I

.

hope

.

a

n

d

.

pray,

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Were

.

y

o

u

.

able

.

t

o

.

feel

.

t

h

e

.

subtle

.

embrace . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

timid

touch

.

o

f

.

the

loving

gaze . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

although

.

n

o

.

words

.

w

e

r

e

.

exchanged,

.

.

they

.

w

e

r

e

.

gently

etched

.

upon

.

m

y

.

face . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

within

.

t

h

e

.

eyes

.

t

h

a

t

.

tentatively

. 

glanced

.

y

o

u

r

.

way,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

could

.

n

o

t

.

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ no,

.

t

h

e

y

.

could

.

n

o

t

.

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

the

memory

.

f

o

r

.

now,

.

.

remains

.

upon

.

t

h

e

.

page

.

o

f

.

future

days,

–

–

where

.

i

t

.

will

.

sing,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

play,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dance,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

sway . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

all

.

t

h

e

.

time

.

which

.

y

e

t

.

remains . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

like

.

s

a

n

d

.

castles

.

scattered

.

a

l

l

.

along

.

t

h

e

.

bay,

–

–

where

.

t

i

m

e

.

brings

forth

. 

opportunity

.

o

r

.

renewed

faith . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

builds

upon

.

t

h

e

.

charm,

–

– 

beauty,

–

–

magic,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

grace,

.

.

o

r

.

.

simply

washes

.

t

h

e

m

.

all

.

a

w

a

y

.

forever

.

t

o

.

join

.

t

h

e

.

torn,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

crumpled,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

tossed

.

a

w

a

y

. 

pages . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

far

.

off

.

a

n

d

.

fading

.

yesterdays.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2015 where a brief, subtle, but powerful romantic experience is encountered but only weakly secured – leaving the reader to wonder whether such experience might lead to something more powerful and substantial in the future. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.

Back

when

.

w

e

.

danced

among 

.

t

h

e

.

young,

–

–

romance

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

blossom

beneath

.

t

h

e

.

sun,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

linger

.

l

o

n

g

.

after

.

t

h

e

.

days

.

w

e

r

e

.

done . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

linger

.

l

o

n

g

.

after

.

t

h

e

.

days

.

w

e

r

e

.

done . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

it

.

w

a

s

.

easy 

.

t

o

.

become

absorbed

.

b

y

.

the

frolic

.

a

n

d

.

fun . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ easy

.

f

o

r

.

two

.

t

o

.

merge

.

i

n

t

o

.

one,

–

–

pledging

mutual

devotion

.

t

o

.

each

other’s

someone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

those

were

.

t

h

e

.

days,

–

–

when

dreams

.

c

o

u

l

d

.

trust . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ those

were

.

t

h

e

.

days,

–

–

when

we

.

f

e

l

l

.

in

love

.

w

i

t

h

.

love.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2015 where the contemplator looks back on a time when the barriers to love and romance were low and easy to navigate. A brief, subtle, but powerful romantic experience is encountered but only weakly secured – leaving the reader to wonder whether such experience might lead to something more powerful and substantial in the future. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.

I

cannot

.

d

o

.

either . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

cannot

.

d

o

.

both . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

There

.

i

s

.

nowhere

.

t

o

.

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

nowhere

.

t

o

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ there

.

i

s

.

nowhere

.

t

o

.

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

nowhere

.

t

o

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

it

must

.

b

e

.

the

beginning,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

end,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

beginning,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

end,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

journey

.

.

we’ve

known . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

what

once

.

w

a

s

.

wonder

.

a

n

d

.

warmth,

.

.

h

a

s

.

.

become

bitter

.

a

n

d

.

cold . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

what

once

.

w

a

s

.

youthful

.

a

n

d

.

new,

.

.

h

a

s

.

.

become

brittle

.

a

n

d

.

old . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

h

a

s

.

become

brittle

.

a

n

d

.

old . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

this

secret

.

i

n

.

my

soul . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

stand

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

I

cannot

.

d

o

.

either . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

cannot

.

d

o

.

both.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2015 where the affected party occupies a difficult position and becomes so conflicted between two painful choices that he/she becomes frozen in time and cannot move forward – not realizing of course that failing to make a choice automatically results in a default choice.

There

once

.

w

a

s

.

a

time,

–

– 

when

.

I

.

w

a

s

.

better

.

t

h

a

n

.

all . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

then,

–

–

better

.

t

h

a

n

.

most . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

later,

–

–

progressed

.

t

o

.

better

.

t

h

a

n

.

those . . .

–

–

–

.

.

. 

b

u

t

–

–

–

now

.

I

.

know . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

n

o

w

.

I

.

know . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

will

.

n

o

t

.

bask

.

i

n

.

the

true

.

j

o

y

.

of

.

t

h

e

.

sun,

–

–

until

.

t

h

e

.

days

when

.

m

y

.

journey

.

i

s

.

done . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

.

I

.

a

m

.

better

. 

t

h

a

n

.

none.

Reflection: This was an inspirational/hope-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2014 where the journeyer progresses towards joy and happiness by letting go of judgments and beliefs.

I

danced

.

w

i

t

h

.

thoughts

.

t

h

a

t

.

made

.

m

e

.

blush . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

danced

.

w

i

t

h

.

thoughts

.

I

.

could

.

n

o

t

.

trust . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

(

)

(

I

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

urge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

urge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

.

.

.

a

wild

.

a

n

d

.

winding

ride . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

merging

.

w

i

t

h

.

day . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

merging

.

w

i

t

h

.

night . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

merging

.

w

i

t

h

.

form . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

merging

.

w

i

t

h

.

light . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

wild

.

a

n

d

.

winding

ride,

–

–

which

.

w

a

s

.

not

.

quite

.

cruel,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

.

quite

.

kind . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ not

.

quite

.

low,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

.

quite

.

high . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

t

–

–

–

the

starting

line . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

wild

.

a

n

d

.

winding

ride,

–

–

which

merged

.

e

v

e

n

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

which

merged

.

e

v

e

n

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

which

merged

.

e

v

e

n

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

t

o

–

–

–

colors,

–

–

shapes,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

forms,

.

.

I

.

.

h

a

d

.

never

experienced

before . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ my

safe

.

a

n

d

.

sure,

–

–

moved

.

t

o

.

insecure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ my

sharp

.

a

n

d

.

clear,

–

– 

merged

.

i

n

t

o

.

a

.

blur . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

just

.

w

h

e

n

.

I

.

thought,

.

.

i

t

.

.

could

bring

.

n

o

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

just

.

w

h

e

n

.

I

.

thought,

.

.

i

t

.

.

could

bring

.

n

o

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

just

.

w

h

e

n

.

I

.

thought,

.

.

i

t

.

.

could

bring

.

n

o

.

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

d

r

o

p

p

e

d

.

beneath

.

t

h

e

.

floor . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

.

d

r

o

p

p

e

d

.

beneath

.

t

h

e

.

floor . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Miles,

–

–

reaching

miles,

–

–

reaching

miles

–

–

before . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Miles,

–

–

reaching

miles,

–

–

reaching

miles

–

–

before . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Miles,

–

–

reaching

miles,

–

–

reaching

miles

–

–

before . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

sighting

.

s

o

m

e

.

semblance

.

o

f

.

an

.

e

x

i

t

.

door . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

thought

.

f

o

r

.

sure,

.

.

i

t

.

.

could

get

.

n

o

.

worse . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

it

was

.

m

y

.

voice

.

I

.

heard,

–

–

attacking

.

t

h

e

.

curse . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ my

voice

–

–

beating

.

t

h

e

.

boards

.

o

f

.

the

.

e

x

i

t

.

door . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

“!ENOUGH!“

.

i

t

.

screamed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

“!!ENOUGH!!“

.

i

t

.

screamed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

“!!!ENOUGH!!!“

“!!!!ENOUGH!!!!“

“!!!!!ENOUGH!!!!!“

.

i

t

.

screamed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

something

must

.

h

a

v

e

.

wanted

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ something

must

.

h

a

v

e

.

wanted

more . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

I

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

a

t

.

same

urge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

.

f

e

l

l

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

urge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

much

.

t

h

e

.

same

way

.

I

.

did

before.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2014 where the affected party falls victim to outside influences that grab his/her attention and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of darkness – having difficulty breaking the negative cycle. It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction. The struggle can represent any temptation, addiction, compulsion, or distraction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

it

.

w

a

s

. 

someone

else,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Someone

.

e

l

s

e

.

seeking

.

t

o

.

find

.

release . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Someone

.

e

l

s

e

.

dealing

.

s

o

m

e

.

other

.

life

.

t

o

.

lead . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Someone

.

e

l

s

e

.

who

.

nearly

.

drowned,

–

–

within

.

t

h

e

.

memories . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ within

.

t

h

e

.

memories . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

all,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

each,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

everything,

.

.

y

o

u

.

.

could

.

h

a

v

e

.

been . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

each,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

everything,

.

.

y

o

u

.

.

could

.

h

a

v

e

.

been . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

w

a

s

. 

someone

else,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

w

a

s

. 

someone

else,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

w

a

s

. 

someone

else,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

here

.

y

o

u

.

are . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ your

secret

smiling,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

still

breathing

–

–

next

.

t

o

.

me . . .

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ your

secret

smiling,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

the

heart

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

beating . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ still

beating

.

i

n

.

the

peaceful,

–

–

sleepy

ease . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ in

.

t

h

e

.

peaceful,

–

–

sleepy

tease

.

o

f

.

what

.

a

.

future

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

bring . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

although

.

y

o

u

.

might

.

otherwise

believe,

–

–

there’s

.

n

o

.

need

.

t

o

.

take

heed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ no

need

.

t

o

.

worry

.

a

b

o

u

t

.

what

.

t

h

e

.

secret

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

bring . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

took

.

a

.

swim

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

deep . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

it

.

w

a

s

. 

someone

else,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

not

me.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2014 falls where the affected party struggles with internal and external demons – and just cannot seem to break the negative cycle. We get the feeling this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle, and that the affected party may never be able to escape the forces of struggle and darkness – and that anyone he or she comes into close contact with might suffer from the same.