My Inconvenient Truth

I am a rock in the stream.

I choose to be still,

Let water wash over me,

Flow around me,

Break in waves against

My obstinate self.

Your flood will not

Change what I am.

Tumble me in the current,

I am still a rock in the stream.

Wash me up, discard me,

I am the rock

That was in the stream.

I am myself.

Erode me over years

Into crumbs of limestone,

In my fragments

I am still the rock from the stream.

My form is not my whole self,

I have a history of being,

Waves cannot break that.

Unmake me, send ice fingers

To prise me open

Bring bigger rocks to shatter me.

I have still been myself

And my ripples will continue

Long after my breaking.

I am the rock in the stream.

Truth in my stillness,

Waiting for the flood to pass.

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About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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