Friday, September 10, 2021

Rescue Myself

Raging and endless rushrushrushpushpushpush brown and tangled flood churning silt and debris

I smash over the rocks and feel everysingleone

A moment of clarity rose to the surface. 

As a leaf. Above the flow. Part of the current. Still me, but not fighting for breath. 

And I found a Smooth Ride instead. 


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