The River

Folder: 
2000

The river moves

Swift and smoothly

Down the mountain

 

In the past

Very little water

Moved through here

 

Barely a creek

Hardly even that

Was here before

 

Then it hit

A huge storm

Filling it up

 

Now it flows

Rapid and unpredictable

Going mountain round

 

Full of rocks

Large and small

Wide and thin

 

When some water

Goes to clouds

More fills it

 

Until time ceases

My river shall

Always continue flowing

 

~Chrystal

Written on

December 27, 2000 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is about my depression. My coming to terms with the fact that it would always be there.

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