River

Sometimes it's hard to not get swept up in the river of life.

Im driting down the river

Exposed, vulnerable and cold

My sanity has left me

My truth has been told

I’m scattered along the shoreline

There are too many pieces to pick up

They’ve blended in with seashells 

Broken into tiny, jagged pieces

I beg you not to try to touch them

All you’ll get is bleeding hands

My pain will haunt you,

Taint your beautiful light

My darkness will take it all away

And you’ll be much like me

Carried away by the current

It’s too intense to fight against it

I got swept away in a second

Tried to find my footing

But i got stuck in the sand

I can’t seem to grasp on to anything real

The water is too hard to pin down

I've tried to beg for mercy

All i got was held down

So I’m drifting down the river

Trying to accept my fate

The emotions are the water

And i worry that it’s much to late

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The river is a wonderful metaphor for life. These days I go with the flow. Best way. Don’t fight it. Then movement of water can be healing. I enjoyed my visit.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

I am obviously going to have to pay somewhat more attention to rivers
I might be of some help to whomever
Here's hoping you have recovered