Leaves of Ink: The Undertow
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The Undertow
Mark Tulin
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I took my life for granted;
figured I’d never lose my balance; thought I could walk a tightrope
on a single toe.
I don’t need to take precautions or wear a life jacket
or even scream for help.
I'm special, that way;
nothing’s ever going to overpower me.
But the next thing I knew,
I was pulled by the undertow.
The planet reversed itself and I became a casualty, drowning in my ego.
They found me floating
like a piece of driftwood
from the shoreline to the sea.


Beautiful photograph Mark
Thank you, Elaine
A cautionary metaphor of a poem.
You nailed it, Liz. 🙂
Thanks, Mark!
I agree with Liz on this one, Mark. Plenty of egos out there that should read this poem and get the message.
🙂