NaPoWriMo 28

by krstaten

I have never set foot in a river.
Only a narrow creek
which was once my summer home,
mud taking me in to the knees,
water lapping at my hips,
stones in between worn
so smooth by the current,
the constant waves of unwanted energy.
That water felt like ice some mornings,
left me with goosebumps, gasping.
I would think, it’s impossible
to live with this constant pain,
this constant erosion of the skin.
I would think, the stone at the bottom
of the river must be exhausted.

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Today’s recommendation:

The New Self by Steve Gehrke

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