Liquid Nature


I’ve always asked myself, “Am I strong enough?”
I often come off as the little, blonde, sweet one.
Never hurt a fly. Do as you are told.
One day I finally knew that my strength is not steely or loud or large.

My strength is water.

Flexible, flowing, unfettered. Steady, persistant, gently eroding.
A quiet, nourishing rain or a torrent of rageful, storming weather.
I’m a trickling, pensive stream and a tidal wave of love.
Don’t be fooled by my liquid nature, water carves rock.

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