Rapids envelope a darkening soul,
Every breath welcomes dirty water to fill the lungs,
Drowning in this tempest of love,
Surely not the worst way to go.
Hope drags one to the banks,
Life beating the mud from your chest,
Begging your soul to come back to the light,
Sunlight drying tormented tears of love.
This adventure through chaos,
Uplifting, yet draining,
But you'll do it all again tomorrow,
Chancing the return of suffering.
Like a flower falls to the seasons,
We are exposed to all facets of emotion,
Each with its own beauty,
Even cold, bare winter possesses a subtle elegance.
