the river is always there for me.
its grim majesty against my small self, I see my place.
in its tumultous surface, frozen solid, I am shown how to be stoic.
when I am overwhelmed
by chattering people
flippant diversions
empty of the urbanity
the silence drowns it all, and me with it
in the softness of the night I go to the river
but I go to challenge the river:
"Here is my Life! I choose to risk it against you,
to show that It is still my own."
and once I have made my proof,
shown that I make the decisions that determine my Life,
the river is there for me.
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