I have tried one more thing. I don’t know if it will turn out the way I want, but I am at peace knowing I am where I am supposed to be. I can be calm where I am without knowing where I am going. Like a river hoping for the sea, I know not the path ahead but I know someday I will reach my outlet, I’m where I am supposed to be.
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Some days I may cry the sea in rain,
Or overflow in a storm.
April may be my enemy for the deadness that makes its norm.
For the dirt and all the grime,
And the pollution of what is good,
Sinuosity in places I never planned
Running off from all I would.
Some days I speak too much,
And others I sit in silence.
Some stretches are calm and peaceful,
Some rapids filled with violence.
Like a river that searches for the sea,
I know not my path’s sinuotisty or the ways the path will wind,
But as I dream of the final outlet, I'm at peace knowing this is where I am supposed to be.
(posted 2021-04-09)
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