You can do it, you
Go be there in your whole self
Do it for yourself
Relax the muscles
The aching chest and sore head
For they shall heal soon
Release your clenched fists
They did not do anything
And they never will
The river flows through
Ev'ryone and ev'rything
Let it flow through you
Be still, be silent
The burden that you bear now
Belongs to no-one
Uncertainty is
Washed away by this river
Until it is gone
YOU ARE READING
roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoezjaNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
