The Stream of Life
Mostly I sit on the banks reflecting on its power.
Will I ever dare its careening currents
that seem to so casually bounce from rock to shore?
I dip a toe in now and then.
Yet fear follows me, constantly confining the natural flow
pulling me toward its darkened depths.
I have on occasion
jumped into the waters
bobbling, sinking, rising
tossing within the currents.
The ride was ferociously frightening
intense
Chilling
liberating.
But tortured and bruised
I seek the healing soil of land
before I toss myself again
into the beckoning, frolicking force
of life
of love
of destiny.
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