Rising Tide

As a child my task
Was to conform myself to my confinement. 

Before I could walk walls were in my way.

Unable to define myself I wandered aimlessly, 
Only defined by the banks around me. 

Parents placed their levees,
Each one diverting me to another goal. 

Dividing me from myself.

I grew voiceless.
I grew small.

I surrendered pieces of myself,
Cutting them away.

Am I small enough? 
Am I quiet enough?

In those days in that house
All was orderly, predictable, controlled.

No one sensed the coming storm. 
Not me. Not them. 
Until the rising flood swept everything aside. 

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