Let It Flow

Let it flow. Let it flow. Let it flow.

Inside me a river flows.
Sometimes crisply,
Cleanly.
Full of love and joy.
At peace.

Let it flow.

Sometimes broken, bare branches
And jagged rocks
Disrupt its flow.
Anger and frustration simmer
Underneath.
At war.

Let it flow.

I try to control these diverging
Currents.
Call them good
Or bad.
Rather than let them
Be.

Let it flow.

The battle wages on
And on.
For my soul.
But I have learned to
Let it flow.
Let it flow.
Let it flow.

It’s all part me.
Love, joy, sadness.
I cannot stop the flow.
Nor is that my desire
Any longer.
I am me.
Powerful. Bright. Strong.
Because
I let it flow.
Let it flow.
Flow through me.

by Tanya

Photo courtesy of Mark Devine via Flickr