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I wait on the edge, the verge of truth and hope. I look out and imagine the waters of new seas, the prospect of new dreams. I find the wonder of a new life and a renewed love but the clouds still darken. Their edges bear signs of storm, reminders of treacherous paths past but not forgotten. I can feel the warmth of the lightly veiled sun, its embrace like your forgiveness. It wraps me, envelops me in safety but still the clouds much like my doubt pass over. They hide my warmth, my sun, my love. Only to be replaced with the fear of my own mistakes. I can still see the beams, the tenderness in the light but inside me a storm still rages, tossing and turning my emotions like a sail boat in caught in a ships wake. You may forgive me, offer me new seas and now opportunities but I will not forgive myself. The same waters will pull me down, sink me with the undertow for times to come. Still one day, I can promise, like the seasons of the year. My waters will calm, your sun will shine and mistakes of the past will no longer drag me in. We will have our eternal summer, the heat of love and the security of dreams come true. In time the tides of my heart will wain and learn again that it deserves all it is given, without doubt or hesitation. I will love myself as the person you see in me, as humanity makes mistake so have I. In time I will see that is the way of the waters, the way of the world. In time I will learn to forgive myself.