River

Here's a river,

I release for you.

Its waters are calm,

Its movements,

Fluid.

I don't recall the last time I gave one

So

Easily,

So

Freely,

So

Desperately.

To give you one was to ask Mother for more than she already had given.

It was to beg her to give you the world,

But you already had it.

She wanted to stop me,

She pulled on my hand,

Whispered

And said,

"Don't."

I released a river, still.

For you.

I don't know why I did it,

But should you really ask why the Mother does the things she does?

I gave her the choice to either protect me or kill you.

I chose my own death,

In order to bring you

Back to life.