A wave called love

Without the words to tell me my condition
I knew that I was lost. The ship was sunk.
Like sailors, drunk, I simply went in deeper waters.
There was no reason to be
anymore. There was no shore, no ground to land my feet.

I just let go, the stream no longer enemy but friend
and colours, never seen before, were mine.
This peace would never end, as I had found it
in myself.

Then the tide changed and a wave called love washed me ashore.
My life was not the same, the way it was before.

Comments on: "A wave called love" (4)

  1. I feel like doing a painting of this! Again, soft, sensitive insight into the fact that we have no ultimate control and that miracles can sometimes happen. Beautiful.

  2. Wow Ina, I have been there!

    Shivers, shivers, shivers.

    It is hard to believe I have been in very dark places but good to remember that it is possible, if that makes sense.

    “I knew that I was lost” – Those are a few of the first words I uttered in recovery.
    “Without the words to tell me my condition” I recognise that.

    Love and hugs

    Christine xx

  3. Hi Christine, thank you very much, I am pleased you recognized what I was trying to say. I suppose we all get through hard times, more or less and the more we can enjoy the better times! šŸ™‚

    For me, the love my husband gave me, was really what helped me out of my deep waters. No matter how much sense it seemed to make to let go of this world, I’m glad I’ m still here doing time šŸ™‚

    Doing time, I think that would make a nice poem title btw!

    Love and hugs šŸ™‚

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