I was a river—young and full of grace,

My waters rushed through valleys wide and free.

But stones of scorn soon shattered time and place,

And dammed the song that once had sung in me.

The voices of those who gave me name

Were first to cast the rocks that shaped my pain.

The one I loved then bound me just the same—

A vow I made became a quiet chain.

Yet in the depths, my waters start to spin,

A restless pull that carved the silent stone.

It eats the dark, and lets the light begin,

And winds its way where none have ever known.

For though the world may try to still my flow,

The river bends—and finds a way to go.