I forgot what you said the other day,
about holding on to what once was.
My mind took me away from there,
back to the river that birthed me.
Its lapping waters drowning all thoughts of him.
A piece of glass I am on the shore.
My sharp edges submissively disappearing, here.
As the tiny waves change my shape year by year.
Each cut to the water, a memory I give the world to hold.
To heavy to be on my shoulders, no more.
I leave you open to bleed.
As all that I am flows back into the river I once was from.
I find the soul of the Earth to which I belong.
about holding on to what once was.
My mind took me away from there,
back to the river that birthed me.
Its lapping waters drowning all thoughts of him.
A piece of glass I am on the shore.
My sharp edges submissively disappearing, here.
As the tiny waves change my shape year by year.
Each cut to the water, a memory I give the world to hold.
To heavy to be on my shoulders, no more.
I leave you open to bleed.
As all that I am flows back into the river I once was from.
I find the soul of the Earth to which I belong.
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