Pam Deremer Poet I do not know?

The Erosion of My Spirit

Little by little the waves of
negative remarks takes its toll.
My high tides of happiness...love of self...
and feelings of self worth have given way
to low tides of self doubt and fierce undertows
of insecurities...
which has sucked the life from within me.
Shells and pretty stones containing positive
self talk no longer find
their way to shore...replaced by brown foam...
pieces of broken crab shell...
with the stench of dead seaweed
permeating every cell.
I now realize I must take back my power
from those who I've allowed to take it. 
The ones who seek to control me...
to fill me with pain and guilt...
to make me see myself as one with no value or worth.
The sun of realization has come out.
I begin the repair and reinforcement of
my spirits inner beach.



                                     P.R. Deremer

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Brian Sambourne November 21, 2020 at 7:45 PM A fine poem of self actualization. To take back a whole self is a true accomplishment in the face of adverse, negative comments. So many superb lines + phrasing like "the sun of realization" or "the stench of dead seaweed permeating every cell." Well written. Best wishes. Brian