The river bank crumbles beneath my knees
Sediment slides into the current and I sink slowly closer to the wash.
And I should just lean forward
My heart wills it
My gut senses it
Land in the water chest first, and see where it takes me.
Some will call it brave
Others call it stupid
Maybe it's both and neither.
Certainly, to not drown just a little bit in life is at least one.
But who can truly tell.
You might have something worth drowning for.
And the decision is made for you already,
You simply have to fall into the waters
And see where it takes you
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Author:
Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) (
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Ooh! But you've played the metaphor gorgeously herein. Wow. Both the thing itself and the larger scope of reality. Awesome! I love, love, LOVE it!!!! Superbly rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a deliciously haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
A great metaphor and well penned.
If you leave the choice out of your hands then you need to be ready to face the consequences.
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