A lonesome girl,
She'd lost hope.
She'd lost sight of herself.
She was taking a year
Off college
For "re-evaluation".
Her parents weren't too happy,
And were often mean to her.
They thought of her only as a
Messy, undetermined child.
She was walking through the
Woods one day,
And came upon a river.
She'd never seen, or
Heard about this river,
But it was the most beautiful river she'd ever seen.
She returned here
Every day on her walks,
Trying to work out her life.
This river was her safe place.
Her place to come to think,
To discover, to
Learn about her own self.
The river calmed her.
It helped her get through to the
Next day, the next step.
The river soothed her,
With it's smooth currents and
Slow, rhythmic ripples.
The river helped to heal her.
On a particularly bad day,
She stormed out of her house,
Wanting never to return.
She felt as if the people there
Wouldn't miss her at all.
She angrily walked the path to the river,
Wanting nothing more
Than to feel better.
She sat on her
Familiar patch of grass,
And looked hard at the river.
On most days, that
Would be enough.
But on that day,
It wasn't.
She was still as mad as ever.
Slowly she stood up
And walked closer and closer
To the rivers edge.
Her feet inched in the surprisingly
Warm water,
But still, nothing was happening.
It wasn't enough to
Relieve her on this day.
So she stepped in further,
Fully clothed,
Into this river.
She dove in.
At once the water consumed her.
It warmed her from the
Outside in,
And cured her of her anger.
It calmed her like it'd never
Calmed her before.
She was in bliss.
She never wanted to
Leave the water.
This girl, in this river,
Felt warm like never before.
She felt peaceful,
And hopeful. Things she
Hadn't felt
In a long time.
As she silently wished she'd
Never have to part the river,
She looked down at her body.
She gave out a small gasp;
Her fingertips, as if
Dissolving, were falling off
In little sparkling droplets of water.
As the drips
That were her fingers
Met the body
That was the river,
She felt love in her heart.
She felt as if there was
No where else she was supposed to be.
She felt safe.
She was home.
She slowly watched the
Rest of her fall into the river,
Until she became a part of it
Herself.
She was fully one with the river.
Now she flows with the currents,
And makes the ripples,
That once did so much for her.