when
the
r a p i d s
r u s h
around
you
and you're
c o n t e n d i n g
for your
l i f e
when the
c u r r e n t s
take you
over
t h r e a t e n i n g
to
s u b m e r g e
you
in your
s t r i f e
you can
p u s h
against
the
t o r r e n t
e x h a u s t
yourself
in the
f i g h t
try to
b e n d
the river
to your
will
and
d r o w n
in your
own
b l i g h t
–or–
p l a c e
your
e a r s
into the
s t r e a m
and
lay down
your
d e f e n s e
allow
b r e a t h
to
e c h o
in your
s p i r i t
and
h e a l i n g
to
c o m m e n c e
for
when we
l e a r n
to
f l o a t
the river
t e a c h e s
us to
b e n d
S U R R E N D E R I N G
to the
process
o p e n
hearts
begin to
m e n d
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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