Poem I wrote

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THE DEEP

As we talked our conversation drifted 

Further and further out 

To where the water got choppy

Away from the place where talk was safe

We ventured out, talking from our hearts

Revealing our truths, showing our wounded souls

Until I could not see the familiar curve of land

Now we were in the deep waters

Dark, filled with the shapes of monsters

Dangerous waters, cold as death

As impenetrable as evil,  black with sin 

Yet - I knew we would not perish out here

Not be driven mad, not drown in sorrow,

Not be swallowed up by the past

That we would return safely to shore

Because I have been out here many times

And I know the way back. 

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