The Journey

The river rises up, then down.
Swelling with pride she finally bursts her gates open,
pouring out her heart, her new waters released.
They flow uninterrupted beyond the earthen plains.
Swiftly but quietly she gushes,
Aware of her immediate danger.
Afraid to awaken the creatures of the night,
They slumber, unaware of the sadness.

Tomorrow they will awaken yet again,
to devour whatever they can.
To shout insults at their innocent prey,
carrying away with them every ounce of confidence,
that she dare to muster.

The river rises up, then down again.
Heaving with it recollections that were,
of beautiful memoirs created.
The earth upon which she flows, once loved her so.
Fertile soils had gladly embraced her tiny seedlings.
Absorbing them into their innermost,
Soaking up her being
Now they slumber, unaware of the sadness.

Tomorrow they will awaken yet again,
To lash out at the one they call beautiful.
to spit out ugly renditions, of what they now declare to be finished.
The past now revolting is discarded.

The river rises up, then down again.
Abandoned, where hyenas and vultures are known,
to greedily consume what is not their own.
In a ‘no man’s land’, she will not dare verbalize
what is already forgotten in their mind.
For fear of physical rejection and taunting utterance,
She continues her uphill task of overcoming rock boulders and steep falls.
For her journey’s end is near.
They slumber, unaware of the sadness.

Today they awoke,
Alone in their sudden awareness
That while they peacefully snoozed
she swam right into the open seas.

The river rises up, then down again.
Too wide, too deep to fish her out,
they could only gape in disbelief at her blatant betrayal.
Still absolutely unaware of their individual role,
her sudden abandonment of them
aroused them into a novel reality.
She bathes in a different world now
A planet, where the stars rule over the broken hearted.
They slumber no more, aware of the sadness.