Lonely Soul
The rivers run deep,
And the waters rush high
With speed and deliberation
Towards my lonely soul.
The water is ice,
Piercing my skin and bones,
But I swing an extra stroke
For every freezing degree.
In this life
You either simply float
Or
fight the current
Or
drown.
O, hollow river,
Wash over my soul.
Steal me to your depths
And keep me company.
{Poem by Heather Cox}
1 comment:
I believe only a woman could have written that. Being overwhelmed by a strong force is not my favourite dream ...
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