Drinking From The River of Fear
You know the river I’m talking about.
The one you bathed in once before you knew better but now it seems daunting to dip a toe in it.
I’ve felt that water drag me along so many times
so I became a strong swimmer.
I too have felt like I was throwing myself in there to drown
the only difference now is when I feel myself
sinking
I just call it a baptism
and let the water wash away all that has made me feel so heavy.
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“so I became a strong swimmer.”
YESSSSSS.
this. is. so. GOOD.
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