the deep end – February 6


I was born into

a world where

fathers threw

their sons into

the deep end

to teach them

how to swim.


it is a terrible cruel

world and I can’t

always be there.

you need to learn

to survive

by yourself.


perhaps a love

born of war and

poverty and close

death, perhaps

simple meanness

bitterness passed



your smile came into

my life and taught

generosity, grace,

giving. words of

the divine that I had


but not known.


true light

in the darkness.


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