be still
cling to the mountainside
or bottom of the rushing stream
change comes but if you wait
long enough
the pain will pass
rough edges smoothed
story revealed
of storms weathered
flood endured
sunbaked and wind burned
lines deepened
memories etched
soul remains
It is harder than you imagine learning to be still and let the waters wash over..the moments when it happens though are really magical…as is your poem..neat as a shiny stone (hope your foot is doing better) 🙂
I am totally with you on the difficulty…I am clinging right now! Ready to get off the crutches!