Stream of the Soul

I sit down in the cold stream. My troubles have taken their toll, and as spring makes its appearance, I look upon my other self. My old self I lost Ages ago it seems This calming stream. Relaxing, this stream Sitting here, this chilly stream Seems to slow my pacing heart, my wonder seems to wander away "This water is cold" is all I seem to focus on Sun may set while sitting in this cool stream But that doesnt bother me in this moment I can garuntee everyone knows why My troubles have disappeared, you see My pacing heart has calmed it seems And as the sun sets with me sitting in this icy stream The water chills my body still In the warmth that is my new soul Intensity Poetry Contest Sponsor:Julia Ward 03/24/2019