Saturday, September 22, 2018



Rush of water
Against stones
Rough edges
Worn smooth

Harshness of pride
Broken down
In tumbler
Of experience

No longer
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


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