You were like a river, cutting through the trees.
Always in constant motion, you did as you pleased.
Down through rocky cliffs, taking rocks and dirt and wood
You pushed past all the things you got for as long as you could.
And when the heron swooped inside and stole your precious heart.
You moved along without a piece as it was torn apart.
The moon shone bright above you, and the wind whipping was cold and long.
But through it all you moved and filled life with a song.
Iced over in freezing times you did not sit still.
You churned your warmer waters and refused to swallow that hard pill.
You were like a river, until you got to the end.
For it was then you realized you had followed every bend.
Every choice you made and song you sang was taught to you before
They had cut for you a perfect path to earn a perfect score.
No thought you had was yours, for you were sure they had poisoned it.
You were like a river, until the day you quit.
Simple. I was just messing around with rhyming.
YOU ARE READING
Worlds Away From The Wind
PoesíaThis is a book of my poetry You may comment it, but you may not judge. I won't take it down cause you don't like it. I update when I feel like it so back off. This is part of my heart and I hope it becomes part of yours too.
