Flow

In her persecution she loses herself
Forgetting all that made her sanctuary
All that kept her pure
For something that could never keep her here

Desperate for recognition
Searching for love in too many places
Using and being used until there is nothing left
She is dried up

A river bed
Crying out for its stream
A trickle of distant past
Can she remember?

She once flowed freely
Never expecting to be captured
Bottled up
With no clue as to what is actually being held

Yet she’ll hold on
Not sure how she plans on letting go
Though her waterfall escape is inevitable
She’ll remember herself again

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