In the deep waters I must trust

When seven years come round again
My self is liquified,
My skin becomes a holding shell.
My old self has died.

As I dissolve I feel great fear
And yet I trust my soul.
So in the sea I lose my form,
And with the waves I roll.

I am at one with all the world,
And yet I am no thing.
My inner waters rise and fall
What will the high tide bring?

After my drowning I shall rise
And I shall be renewed.
I must submit to this strange Life
With which I am imbued.

I am not mistress of myself,
I am this moment’s flower.
In the deep waters I must trust
To take me to the shore.

O hang my arms with grasses green
And dissolve me in dark sea.
Thus when the time comes for rebirth
Regenerated I shall be.


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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