The waves tiptoe gently over my river so deep
A river longing to speak
Of a shining sun trapped below the rubble
A torrent of thunder rolling under the sea
A song of joy now stifled in the silent creek
And while the vastness of me trembles under the heap
Life calls out to the shores beyond
Lingering, pulling, waiting for me to seek
I could drink up the sky, breathe in some forest
or soar alongside a mountain peak
But to break the cocoon, it takes willful might
Treading a trail uncharted and steep
So I choose the comfort of herds
While my fingers cloy at my grief
tearing some skin, blistering a wound
of failed loves and new hurts
The pain reeks of remorse and retribution
Accustomed, familiar and cheap
So while my heart throbs with an ancient song
to un-cage the spirit from its sleep
I choose to look away
And lie still with my river so deep