Erosion

At first it was just a drop
A tear from the heavens
Then two drops
Then more

Within months
the showers grew 
To be a monsoon

Until the runoff 
turned into a roaring river 
Carving an endless canyon
across the porous surface of my soul
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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