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Alone and empty I moved without the moon Attempting to keep my own rhythm Stubbornly holding onto control. You crept up like the tide Always moving in and out Too slowly to notice Until it swept me away. Your water nourished me When I was accustomed to drought Acclimated to the constant thirst that I forgot I even had. I dove right into the waves Toes numb, eyes focused at the horizon Not knowing what to expect, Accepting your water in my soul. Submerging myself, My body compelled me to come up for air Take a breath But my gilled heart was secure down there For the first time. Autumn implies decay Vibrant colors turned to brown No green in sight Remembering the lively spring. But look closely as the leaves drop from their source of life And find the dirt from which they were born. There is no death here. Just as the water moves by some greater force, As the leaves fall to birth new life, So do I yield to the cycle. In allowing myself to be moved, in forfeiting control, In falling, I find my peace in you
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Waves in autumn
Alone and empty I moved without the moon Attempting to keep my own rhythm Stubbornly holding onto control. You crept up like the tide Always moving in and out Too slowly to notice Until it swept me away. Your water nourished me When I was accustomed to drought Acclimated to the constant thirst that I forgot I even had. I dove right into the waves Toes numb, eyes focused at the horizon Not knowing what to expect, Accepting your water in my soul. Submerging myself, My body compelled me to come up for air Take a breath But my gilled heart was secure down there For the first time. Autumn implies decay Vibrant colors turned to brown No green in sight Remembering the lively spring. But look closely as the leaves drop from their source of life And find the dirt from which they were born. There is no death here. Just as the water moves by some greater force, As the leaves fall to birth new life, So do I yield to the cycle. In allowing myself to be moved, in forfeiting control, In falling, I find my peace in you
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
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