The river of people’s lives
May be deep or shallow,
Rapid or still.
The rivers of some
Grow too deep, too rapid
And they begin to drown,
To struggle for air
In their own atmosphere.
To enter someone’s river
Is to commit to
Leaving a mark on their soul.
You walk in the river
Of friends not so close.
You wade in the river
Of those considered family.
What if
Someone a mere acquaintance
Needed you
To jump into their river,
Deep and rapid,
And save them from drowning
In their own world?
Would you,
Could you risk your own life
By storming into theirs?
Or would you speak under your breath
Of their foolishness
And your need to keep to your own river,
While they
Struggled for air?
The river of people’s lives
May be deep or shallow,
Rapid or still.
The rivers of some
Grow too deep, too rapid,
And they begin to drown,
To struggle for air
In their own atmosphere.
To enter someone’s river
Is to commit to
Leaving a mark on their soul.
No river’s too deep,
Too wide or rapid,
To keep me from jumping in,
Saving souls,
And never wishing
I’d be able
To sit on the edge of their life
And watch them drown
In their own agony.
Age 15
May be deep or shallow,
Rapid or still.
The rivers of some
Grow too deep, too rapid
And they begin to drown,
To struggle for air
In their own atmosphere.
To enter someone’s river
Is to commit to
Leaving a mark on their soul.
You walk in the river
Of friends not so close.
You wade in the river
Of those considered family.
What if
Someone a mere acquaintance
Needed you
To jump into their river,
Deep and rapid,
And save them from drowning
In their own world?
Would you,
Could you risk your own life
By storming into theirs?
Or would you speak under your breath
Of their foolishness
And your need to keep to your own river,
While they
Struggled for air?
The river of people’s lives
May be deep or shallow,
Rapid or still.
The rivers of some
Grow too deep, too rapid,
And they begin to drown,
To struggle for air
In their own atmosphere.
To enter someone’s river
Is to commit to
Leaving a mark on their soul.
No river’s too deep,
Too wide or rapid,
To keep me from jumping in,
Saving souls,
And never wishing
I’d be able
To sit on the edge of their life
And watch them drown
In their own agony.
Age 15