#troubledwaters
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There is a soul
who stands where the bridge leans over the river,
where old nights once gathered
like unanswered prayers.
The water stirs with memory..
not to accuse,
but to speak of the distance traveled
and the shadows overcome.
For the heart is not the heart of yesterday.
It has learned the weight of truth,
the sound of strength
that does not meander.
And beside this soul
moves a quiet presence,
soft as the breath before dawn,
steadfast as a lamp
refusing to bow to the wind.
The waters lower their gaze.
They know this kind of courage..
born not from fire,
but from endurance,
from choosing what is pure
even when the world is unkind.
No oath is spoken.
No name, carved into stone.
Yet the river understands:
*storms cannot reclaim
a heart that has recognized
what is worthy.*
And so it is whispered
in the unseen places..
when true substance draws near,
the troubled waters
release their need for old storms,
and become still again.
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Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC