She is the one
Who first loved me enough
To show me I could be
A better man than I was
And you can imagine
How that worked out…
Can a man with an inner-tube
And a cooler full of beers
Turn a stagnant pond
Into a mighty river
Just by jumping in?
And yet…
She is the one
Who continued to love me enough
To try to chip away
To grind and sculpt
The mess that I was
Into the image of the man she first
loved
And you can imagine
How that worked out…
Can a river
Become an ocean
By carving ever deeper
Into the mountain?
And yet…
She is also the one
Who finally loved herself enough
To give up on me altogether
She was finished
And it hurt like hell
But it gave me the space
And the geological time
To look into the quiet water
And find the reflection
Of a better man
Within myself
And we could have hardly fathomed
How this has worked out…
All along
I was neither a pond
Nor a river
I am the ocean
And I always was
And though the river may rise
With the rains
Or dry up in drought
But as sure as the rain
Always flows downhill
When it falls
The river falls
Into the deep blue sea
Thank you my love
You are the one
For me
