The River Inside Me


I am that of a river

I flow soft and I run free,

Swayed by the tide of my destiny.

The sun shines bright

Almost running me dry

But it is then that my beauty shines.

Those moments I am but a mere trickle,

Upon the lowest valley

Before the greatest mountain,

Give me the strength

To carve the grandest canyon,

Allow me to run

To the largest, most vast lake.

The struggle of my climb

Becomes the victory of my conquer

And I will conquer anything

Because my weakness is strength.



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