Listening to the gentle sound of water trickling over rocks Going in different directions Every bump Every twist and turn Slowly Quickly Forever changing its course as the stones wear down with age
Today the river smelled of him Reminding her of their life He had taken her through whitewater Gasping for air at every bump Reaching heights only to splash hard on the down Exhilarating Backbreaking Numbing
The bare trees Now stripped of their leaves Naked and alone Waiting for new growth She understood as she struggled to maintain dignity in the aftermath of his raging rapids She waits In a holding pattern
and so many waste their life in that holding … masterfully written!
Aww, thank you so much Kate 🙂💕
my pleasure Christine!
Well done Christine.
Thank you so much Darnell🥰
Raw and vivid, Christine.
Thanks Sue ☺️
This is so touching Christine.
Thanks Sadje 🙂
You’re welcome dear
very deep account of a turbulent journey and the landscape that echoed the trials
Thanks Gina 💕🙂
Well done. Although I would say to your heroine, Get. Out. Now! 😉
Thank you Wanda. I would agree! 🙂
Your vivid imagery paints a painful picture of troubled waters…
Ah yes Ivor…troubled waters indeed 🙂💕 Thank you so much
Raw, deep, and phenomenally written. ❤️
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it ☺️