The River

There is a river

that meanders through my life

slowly, quietly, twisting on itself

like a snake just trying to find its way home

Through all the lands I have travelled

embraced or forgotten by the people I met

Through all the travails that scarred me

all the love that melted me

I have always held onto my river

the river that gave me hope

the river that never let me go

no matter what

no matter when

no matter who I was

The river that showed me how to be a human

how to see from the soul

how to fly away but always come back

The river that knows I am home

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