The first day of spring
This shortened, chilly day
I can still feel the warmth of the distant sun
I emerge with the tranquil, dawning day
Away from slumbering whispers and shadowed fears
I sit at the river's kiss
I see the mist rise with a sigh
Broken waves and distorted heights
I see myself, still
I see past the reflected and fragmented flaws
I see the sincere truth
I prevail with memories of friendship and love
and let go of exhausted, destructive words
I stand on solid ground
I let the river whisk me with it's fears
It was forgiven upon assault
I will not let myself sit heavy with faults and insecurities
I carry only the beauty it holds
I step into the depth
Immerse myself in it's silent solace
A serene and appeasing embrace
I drift along with you
I'll give you guidance and company as you carry me
But soon I must fervently rise
Courageous, strong, and spirited
Triumphant, I will become
(10/13/10)
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