The River and me
Both long for the sea
She knows better though
Where to bend and where to flow
Quick, quick, then slow
She is not always rushing about
She knows how to calm down
Slow her pace
Calm and still
Up a mountain
Down a hill
Knowing her destiny filled
To reach from whence she came
Am I not the same
Explains this yearning in my soul
For a world I have never known
But I got a deposit in my soul
Just long for the pace that is tov
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Trying to find that rhythm
Trying to find that flow
Going too fast
Need time to slow
Down
My thoughts
My breaths
My movement
Trying to find that place
Trying to find that peace.
That transcends
Landscapes
Circumstance
I caught a glimpse
Of it perchance
A gaze
To get me through the days
When it’s rushing around the bend
And all my soul craves
Is a peaceful drift
Afloat a river
Whose banks are carved
Amidst red giants
Reaching heaven bound
Yet just as content
Their foundation is a dusty ground
For now I’m in this sweaty bog
Taunted by a frog
Whose insect snacks
Are slowly eating at me
Why can’t I be like that toad
And consume the thing
That bugs me
Not just to stuff and hold
Til I explode
But digest
Process
Excrete
Defeat
Then Rest..
Head is swimming round
Keep feeling I might drown
In all the things I must do
Got to stay afloat
Grab the rope
Call out to Hope
Cause it’s gonna pull me through
And today might be my breakthrough
©2024 sillypoeticnurse (Shelly L. Huckaby)
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