by Shenae Waller
I sit on a rock beside a stream of gushing water and I can't help but think;
life is a river.
Flowing and ever moving.
And I should take life as it comes,
as it flows,
and not resist the tide or fear the risk of drowning.
Because life is constantly moving whether I'm ready or not.
I used to be afraid of the rushing water and rocks that trapped me.
But now, I realise the water wasn't rushing but flowing,
I just wasn't willing to let go.
I'm learning to though, and I find it exciting;
wondering where life will take me next.
Because I'm learning to trust in the flow,
and enjoy the adventure that is life.
The rocks challenge me but they do not trap me,
for I do not fear them; for they are a gift,
a lesson for me to learn, grow,
and become stronger,
for the next cycle of flow.
by Emily Whyman
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