The Water Cycle

Water. Endless stream
flowing, unaware. Relaxation,
no fear. Until the current
pulls faster. A moment of
panic and terror.

Water. Cacading over
jagged rocks, complete
terror. Innocence maimed
by sharp tongues of
hatred, falling, tumbling
into the murky pool. Darkness
blinding tiny droplets,
choking, gasping, sobbing,
struggling. Up and down,
left and right, all
the same.

Water. Reaching the top
and seeing sunlight
through the trees. Calmly
floating over smooth rocks
where healing awaits. Surrounded
by more water, basking in
the sun, finding peace, crying
with happiness.

Water. Flying into
the clouds, ready to fall
gracefully into that
steady stream, more prepared
for the insults and pain and
darkness. Knowing that sunshine
waits to restore.