In time this river will run dry
though now it flows fast and free
boundless and untamed
it knows no fear
it is not tranquil and composed
but ruthless;
brutal

Carried harshly in its fierce flow
I have nothing left within
to fight the torrent that surrounds me
that time and time again
compels me downwards
beneath frenzied eddies of rage and despair

Now and then this river releases her hold
and I struggle to resurface
I am beaten
I am near willing to drown;
to end misery --
overwhelming misery

As I wretchedly grasp for air
something inside refuses to yield
it beckons me onward
calls me to fight against surrender
to flow with the flood of grief
and journey each bend

I know now that in time the surge will ebb
and this river will become a stream
a tributary
a branch
an arm --
that I may grab hold
stand again
and walk away