At Water's Edge
I cast my delusions, like bread,
on still waters
to see if they would live on or sink.
Echoes of aspersions have
colored my mind
giving a stilted hue to all I may think.
Curses borne of ill intentions
are deeply etched,
bleeding, they soak into every thought.
Self esteem corralled and
cut off at the knees,
leaves a crippled ego, pointedly sought.
Your will, that laid heavily on
my fragile psyche,
since dislodged, cast off from the shore.
Forward steps taken somehow feel
unencumbered and light,
dragging weight of expectations no more.
These waters have washed me
without stepping in,
they've accepted the baggage I shed.
Clear eyes and smoothly paved
roads lie before me
memories of accursed words now lie dead.
Submitted for Reality 1's private challenge
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