We are born on dry land,quickly moving toward the riversof loss and grief, never knowing when that Siren of Sorrowwill lure us to baptism in her murky waters.A major loss perhaps,or a subtle reminder of a dream deferred.Some will quickly jump in and hop…  | Jen and her cats May 26 | We are born on dry land,
quickly moving toward the rivers
of loss and grief,
never knowing when that Siren of Sorrow
will lure us to baptism in her murky waters.
A major loss perhaps,
or a subtle reminder of a dream deferred.
Some will quickly jump in and hope to drown,
while others fear the swift current
and seek to remain safely ashore.
Eventually each of us must learn
to swim the rapids,
alone or with others, with or without a buoy.
And while the water is cold and biting,
eventually we adjust.
I have swum here many times
and will do so again
until that day I'm washed out to sea
and my journey ends.
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