Maturation
Rush of water
Against stones
Rough edges
Worn smooth
Harshness of pride
Broken down
In tumbler
Of experience
No longer
Embrace
Forced outcomes
Imposing will
Life's cataracts
Develops maturity
Jostling of stones
Wear one another
Whitewater of
journey
Sputters and
chokes
Leaves stripped
bare
Battered and
bruised
Waterlogged crawl
Upon the bank
Delivered safely
Upon the shore
All the baggage
lost
Who I am
Is enough
Now, finally alive
(18-265y)
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