Where the wild river flows with strong currents of a tangled mind.
Thoughts flee like fish before the falls: jumping, zagging, trying to escape.
The depth never measured but appreciated nonetheless.
Memories to drown in or to buoyant you up.
Never knowing what's around the next bend.
Buffeted by waves of of joy and whirlpools of despair, as you float, on course to your soul.
Two pools of your essence, one of pure love, one polluted by self-doubt.
Both are inviting, but one will never lead to the ocean of your potential.
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