Like Shallow Waters

Soul Poetry

I am rolling too fast

in a river's rapid pace-


of the ragged rocks

tearing off pieces of my soul.

I am moving much too quickly,


into the currents

and barely above the surface.

Surely, I shall drown.

I am drifing far from the edges,

not able to grasp

the passing olive branch,

nor even caring if I do,

for I've been too long lost at this sea.

And yet, I long for a calming tide-

a gentle hand to soothe my ripples,

to slow my rapant rushings,

and still me

            like shallow waters.

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