– Tributaries –
Sadness and pain have washed my endurance away.
I am rain across a mirrored surface,
scattered movement in the shallow reflections,
passing moments becoming more placid,
feelings becoming like hardened plastic on my heart.
I can hear the voices of all those gone before me;
“Fight this,
dear heart.
Fight for the change of you.
You are strong enough,
dear heart,
to live on,
to endure.”
No one else can give us meaning.
No one else can give us the will to endure
the currents that wash us away.
If we let that current take us under,
we will drift forever
in those deeper waters
in which we drown.
Find the tributary
that takes you onto better shores,
find the current that takes you upward
to a higher ground.