Nov 2016
i am a mountain stream
meandering through
a rocky mountainside
one day to stop
and become
still
a deep pool
of those who meandered
before me
whose channels
cut into the earth
with speed and power
to ease my journey
i am always becoming
never ceasing
in the plummet towards
oblivion
i was born in the sin
of my forefathers
tarnished by the acid rain
of my surroundings
and my mistakes
lie in me
as impurities
that only time will filter
meandering through
a rocky mountainside
one day to stop
and become
still
a deep pool
of those who meandered
before me
whose channels
cut into the earth
with speed and power
to ease my journey
i am always becoming
never ceasing
in the plummet towards
oblivion
i was born in the sin
of my forefathers
tarnished by the acid rain
of my surroundings
and my mistakes
lie in me
as impurities
that only time will filter
I've been having one of those weeks where I've been angry at my body and brain for failing me. I so desperately want to be out living my life the way I want to. I want to worker harder, volunteer more, get my voice back literally and figuratively...be a better friend, daughter, housemate, lover...I want to bring joy and laughter to the people in my life...and the ones on the periphery...and the ones that I don't even know yet. I feel like screaming to the world and reminding it that I have a soul. That when I look in the mirror, the light in my eyes hasn't died, but been eclipsed by a dirt ridden, calcified soul that so desperately wants to be beautiful again.
(York)
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