As the river flows...
Windswept leaf through a fierce summer storm, lightening charred and thunder scorned.Directionless on a whim, inexorable fate the earth or sea, somewhere inbetween.
As the river flows, surging captor gently choking, forcefully leading.
Gasping for breath beneath a surface once calm, that now reflects just churning depths.
Gentle whispers faintly remembered, a life secured by the known and to the strong.
Still the current pulls with vigour, though hope pierces the gloom, of light coalescing.
A safe haven gathers and enfolds, sheltered arms easing and carressing.
This peace proves but fleeting, the calm before the tempest, never ceasing, ever submitting.
posted by Son @ 21:57
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