Waterfall Heart Poem by Vicki Ellis

My rebel heart cannot be owned,
It flows like a swift clear mountain stream;
Finding the path of least resistance
Among life's rocky hardships;
Lost in its own river dream.

If someone strives to dam it,
My rushing heart springs free-
A brave, victorious waterfall-
And all they are left of me
Is soggy from the misty spray,
And dismally disappointed
That I would not stay.

To successfully navigate this tricky rill
Is not as hard as one might think;
Instead of trying to tame that wild spring,
It's wiser just to take a drink,
Or boldly plunge into its chaotic depths
And ride the currant for an ultimate thrill.

Come, drink of my sweet clear water,
Swim in the depths of my rebel love.
Follow the flow of my heartstream
To the river it's been dreaming of;

But never dwell on containment-
It will only lead to despair
When the waterfall
That is my heart sprays forth
To vanish like a vapor
Into the morning air.