the river i became

i wasn't just tired, honestly. i was a POND full of borrowed rain — just murky with everyone else's storms. i am the quiet f i l t e r of my unspoken depths. the way i stopped letting their mud settle in my bed, and started rising like i was meant to be CLEAR. the way i W A S H my spirit like a ritual of release, for every time i swallowed their noise, their pain, their everything.     like PURITY found my address first. sometimes i think, if my soul were a vessel, i spent years carrying their darkness while ignoring my own LIGHT. if peace is a current, full of flow, motion, S̶t̶u̶c̶k̶ memories, and heavy stones then finding ME was like learning the river was always running — i just built dams i didn't need. leave their shadows here.     i'll RINSE them. leave your "too much" here.     i'm ENOUGH. all the versions you drowned to keep them afloat.     let me FREE them. i f l o w now, cleansing gently inside the quiet current of my own truth.     i'd purify me always.