My Stand:

This river

Cold and deep

All my thoughts just lurk beneath its surface

To break upon the shore

To hold all that is dear

In a rush I hear a voice

To take my stand

Or face defeat

How long will I last against myself this time?

Where will it end?

When will this vessel reach a dry place?

To listen to the cry of the animals in the night

Each singing its own song

It scares me to think

They have what I don't

Purpose they have found.

For them its just surviving.

For me, what?