With the power of the stream and the rocks
that surface from beneath, I can not control this.
The only thing I can do is hope and pray that I don't drown
before this river finds its' way.
My eyes have always wanted the ocean
but I don't think I wanted to get there this way.
The rapids are rough and the water frigid, like my soul.
For a second this river almost feels like home.
The sense of chaos is an ever close friend
that I will forever welcome with a reluctant grin.
But I have come too far to sit still.
I will float through the pain and
I will dance with the memories, as long as they take me
to the ocean.
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