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Rinsing

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I wonder how the water flows. How it feels?
Steady and peaceful.
Clear and determined.
Calm or raging in anger.

Do I hear the cries of the waves as I steal 
the air? Suffocating the earth, drying down the
water. 

And do I dare to complain of the toxins 
dripping into my systems? I am not innocent of
the poison I give. 

Though in time I am frozen. Paused. 
So much of me is a misunderstanding. 
Yet I dare to beg you to glimpse and 
acknowledge the part you played.

My time is crititcal. Limited to those who
hope to destroy me. Breaking me down, 
shredding my insides. 

I want nothing more to show my anger
towards them. To spare them no escape of
toxins they inhale. Nor give them water for the
fire I spread all around them. 

Yet I want all life to be peaceful. 
To finally make the choices of sensibility.
Have the laughter of ripples echo 
throughout my senses. Deepening like the
wind does to the water. 

Does the world hold me here? Is it destiny?
A fate I chose? 

I am whispering the answers. I question.
Am I worth it? 

Then I expand out, claiming all that I am.
Making the wind sear through me. 
Listening to the earth quake in my footsteps.

Am I proud of who I have become?
All I say is be awake, alert for many 
challenges will rise before me. 

As I stand I know I have the greatest 
backing. Hope. 

Just as the water can rinse itself of toxins in
time, I too, can move forward through the 
days of horrific tragedies. To be capable of 
understanding that I have made good
choices and will be just fine. 

Stronger. Fragile. Yet firm in pursuit of
my joys.
how to look at myself via toxic water and rushing through, cleaning out the impurities. Just a different take on things. 
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FunStorytimeStudios's avatar
Very well written. Well done Clapping Hands