It flows through me,
Like seaweed in the current.
It bends and twists,
But it never breaks.
I feel its strength,
And embrace its temptation.
It rages against the storm inside,
The clouds that threaten me.
The storm pulls at me,
And fill my eyes with its gloom.
The stormy grey that stares out at me,
Keeping me ever aware of its presence —
Its enduring power within me.
I resist it,
The magnetism that calls me.
It doesn’t break me,
Its temptation not strong enough.
The sun shines through its clouds,
And lights my eyes with its joy.
The amber that wraps me in its warmth,
Keeping me ever captured by its charm —
Its enduring strength within me.
It flows through me,
And I flow through it.
It pulls at me,
And I bend to its will.
A joyful defeat.
About the Creator
Lena Folkert
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
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How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman7 days ago in Fiction
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Fabulous!! Loved the re-read previously 💖