Flow
My life is a river,
clouded with uncertainty,
deceitfully beautiful,
rigid inside.
a misleading mind game,
current a barrier,
between gloom and hope.
violent struggles,
thrust me into
unexpected whirlpools
escaping tiresome,
taking joyous breathes,
learning from mistakes,
dodging branches
comes quick now.
peace settles in,
spreading smoothly,
consuming everything,
mellowing harsh realities of life.
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