I think something broke after a while.
Like I was somehow holding up the dam,
Keeping everything in,
Nice and neat and tidy.
As the cracks grew pressured, and leaks sprung, I knew it was spilling over,
And that people could see.
I chalked it up to life, which had always been a bitch anyways.
But the inevitable would occur, as it all broke over me and spilled flooding my body.
When I came up for air, suddenly breath meant to fight.
It meant to swim.
And when I reached the banks,
I bore witness the to death of something that had no purpose at all to begin with.
It didn't matter anymore.
It was never mine to fix
or prop up,
or pillar.
And born of this was a great river.
A very great river,
That would live on to feed generations and generations of new life.
It seems as though I,
was the only one in the way.
*Author's historical note: Hurricane Helene happened just days prior in North Carolina and the Appalachias around the Week of Oct. 3rd 2024*
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