The river’s echoes are carved on its rocks.
On my first steps, I walked barefoot along with the flow
and cut my soul on one of its sharp memories.
Since then, my tears have been ingrained in its every drop.
I never meant to poison the water, nor were the rocks
stepping up in self-defense. It’s the way
of knowing the parallels between flowing and floating.
We move forward to seek a larger part of ourselves.
As we go on, the waves wash all of my hurt, while I stand
as its boulder against unnatural tides.
I’m a grain among its sand.
Everyone can listen and look at
our shared story by letting the stone
formation rest on its own.
