Flowing Stream

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Nature/Pagan

My life is Racing

Like a fast flowing stream

With swirling pools of confusion

Nothing's as it seems



The swift rapids are my flaws

Making it a bumpy ride

The calm shores are my dreams

Lapping at the tide



Jagged rocks that block my way

Are the problems of my past

The currents that are my thoughts

Seem to go by just too fast.



But soon the river opens up

To the lake that is my soul

Where I can finally sort my problems out

and once again feel whole.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this while camping.2005

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Afzal Shauq's picture

yeah life is always racing as yours... its lovely poem too.. love your poetic approach and the themes you do ... well done

forgeteden's picture

This one has a slightly happy ending, it reminds me of something but I'm just not sure what it is...