Rushing

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Rushing waterfalls pour from the tranquil lake.

I, in a frenzy, deep breath you call me –

whispering let go, let go
I’ll catch you –

here in my arms where it’s calm.

Close your eyes, you say, I’ll keep the terrors away.

Rushing waterfalls endlessly stream down –

into the lake where fierce currents are found.

My turmoil within,
you soothe with quiet words –

bubbling gently; washing over me.

My fears are swept away over slippery stones

and eaten by fish who enjoy their salty, chewy meat.

 

*Southbury, CT with FlyTrapMan