A current flows ever gently;
eating away strength,
constantly chipping emotions,
weathering away time.
Soon the current will become faster;
tearing the soul apart,
breaking into shards,
leaving anger, hurt, and a broken spirit.
The path has been etched;
into the eyes of man,
into the woman's heart,
into a child's will.
Rivers have been formed;
of love,
of family,
of siblings.
The river is never broken;
it shows strength that is freely given,
a spirit that will never break,
passing moments will become like the last.
No wrong has been done;
the Currents will become Rivers,
emotions stirred will settle,
love will continue.