Waves

I was perched upon a cliff,
overlooking a sea of sorrows.
A swift breeze surpassed my hair,
denying me the promise of tomorrow.

It had felt so good
to need and to want;
to be held; to have felt
to teach and be taught.

It hurt so bad
to let somebody touch me
when it was but a joke.
He never loved me.

Words spoken with empty meaning,
yet meaning everything to me;
made and broke my delicate world.
Heartache became my destiny.

Never, would I swim these waters.
Never, I vowed, again.
Each crash of every wave
only brought back the pain.

Today, I find myself
again swimming the waters.
With every flow of each wave,
the flame is growing hotter.

Words spoken seem to be full
of worth and meaning;
illuminating my dark world,
as if in sleep, I'm dreaming.

Old hurt stands by,
as I let somebody touch me;
reminding me of the joke--
How could someone love me?

But...
It feels so good
to need and to want;
to to be held; to feel;
to teach and be taught.

I'm perched upon a cliff,
looking over a sea of sorrows.
A swift breeze sifts through my hair,
carrying the promise of tomorrow.

December 13, 1993