There is a river into which I drown.
My breath I can not hold.
I sink down under and my story is never told.
There is a bough from which I fall.
It breaks with me each day.
I fall down slowly and my traitor never has to pay.
There is a grave from which I climb.
The dirt falls I can not see.
I follow instinct blindly, I can only now trust me.
There is a seed from which I grow.
I thirst now for water.
I sprout up tall and now I see, my fate I can not alter.
Snowflake Henson

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