River Poem by Katrina Lusk

My mind is a river, my thoughts are its bed.
Made up of words left unsaid.
Flowing across the land,
this river carries so much pollution and debris.
My banks are full as they rise from the rain.
Not too far from overflowing.
Splashing against rocks, and pushing on the banks.
These waters become violent.
The river begins to flood everything in its path.
until there is nothing left.
As the solution there is destruction,
from all of the pollution this river has carried.
Leaving fertile and unfertile thoughts behind,
but refreshing and cleansing me.
No longer polluted but safely diluted,
my river can move on.
Flow outward toward the sea.