ERODING RIVER

ERODING RIVER

Sometimes I wonder if there will be a day

Where life seems life instead of hurdles

These moments with my eyes closed

I dance

Ave, ave

I am a river, I am a stone

The river flows over me, relentless, cutting me

etches me, erodes new lines

I dance

Ave, ave

I am a flower, I am the air

The wind flows over me, carries my pollen

recreates my core, reinvents my center

I dance

Ave, ave

I am a boy, I am a girl

Life took, life gives, cruelly and fair

Lets me define me, find me

I dance

Ave, ave

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Poem by Darren White

(inspired by an analogy)

December 20, 2016