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Rapids come at me full force
even when I'm unaware.
They carry me off to foreign lands
with unknown demands.
They make me see things I've forgotten
and feel things I've pushed away.
They make me deal with things I thought I never could.
Rapids come wildly and furiously.
I can't always take them all on,
but they wash over me as an indirect cleansing.
I get salty bitter tastes, but the sun beating down
on me reminds me it gets better when I can move
past today into tomorrow to set my future,
but until then I'm stuck with these uncontrollable
rapids or what people merely call, "Memories."