River of Me

If there is beauty, there is the opposite

we have all stood where it’s dark

choosing whether or not to burn a candle

that gladly sheds light......

on the exact thing that tries to ruin us

I lit my candle, to look at my storm closely

I have always known that a river will tell

your reflection will spill on everything

it guides you to where you will overcome

sometimes, the river will carry it away

never thought it would pull me from myself but when it did, I fought...

for both my flesh, and spirit

I started chasing.....

but I couldn’t do it forever

so I drank the water

I devoured myself

I am now the river

a river of me....