October 11, 2009
As stream
It trips through our mind.
Sometimes blocked,
Sometimes picking up debris
Better left behind.
How I wish to build
A dam to block the roaring waves
Which come to drown me.
I cannot run from them
I cannot escape the past
Yet I wish
I hope
I pray
That one day these waves,
They won’t drown me in my own sorrow

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