I Am a River

I am a river that runs through and through,

Deep down in the valleys, illuminating the sky a vicious shade of blue.

The river that runs through my blood and bones,

Makes me drift away and out of my sheltered comfort zone.

The river bending and turning,

Sometimes gracefully, other times, the fire barely burning.

A lost camper sits besides me now and bears her precious soul,

One life to live, all of us with the same goal.

The goal to find whatever it is that we seek,

The wisdom to know better, and the courage to open our mouths and speak.

The river now still, as the shadows hit the sun and rocks below,

The fire, yet again, beginning to glow.

Glowing slowly now, yet still all the while,

The camper suddenly again, lost in the wild.

The wild shadows of doubt in her own intangible mind,

Wondering what’s the fucking point, knowing it’s too late for rewind.

She picks herself up, just as the river always would,

A river runs through this soul, as well as a heart of gold.