I could not
Would not
Talk. The words could not
Would not
In me the river flows
And deep
And strong.
As though after months of
Being frozen
Solid, sparkling in the sun
High there on the mountain tops
In my most definable form.
In the darkest corner
It started.
A single drop, then more.
Gathering stream,
In inevitability.
Before I knew
Without pause
Or question
Or doubt.
As though my soul knows
Where to go.
In me the river flows



In me the river flows
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