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My life is like a river

Poetry By: attanasio

Comparing lifes journey to a mountain stream. Sounds strange huh? Read and see.

Submitted:Oct 11, 2011    Reads: 1,018    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

My life is like a river

By: Joe Attanasio 2011

As the mountain stream my life starts small.

My consciousness is fed from the trickles of life around me.

I start to grow as I absorb my surroundings.

Each drop of meaning builds my character.

As I grow I take on a path of my own.

I am guided by the slope around me.

I funnel my energies in one direction.

I grow stronger, surer of myself.

I start to overcome obstacles in my path.

I forge my future.

I start to race towards my destiny.

I am unstoppable.

The slope is less steep now.

I fight the urge to wander.

I have to keep moving.

I am always moving.

I broaden my horizons.

My spirit becomes at ease as I finish my journey.

I grow much slower at this time of my life.

My purpose is still strong, my drive very sluggish.

The end is near.

My life almost finished.

I am greeted by a great unknown.

I am about to die.

I am disappearing into oblivion.

No, wait, I am merging with the giant mass.

We are becoming one.

The lesser into the greater

I lose my identity.

I am still alive.

I am scattered but also whole.

I am part of something very powerful.


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