Cascade

my flaws cascade over the beautiful grand waterfall of my soul
threatening to produce the turmoil of my undoing
by robbing the most beautiful me I can create
with its madness

the vast mist of upheaval
shrouds what is beneath

it is too much to take in

so i bury myself in the vapor
hoping it will bathe me just enough to help me forget
how much i am spinning
how much i hurt
how lost i feel

tumbling over this waterfall
in a barrel i helped create
but no longer feel any part of
i pray that when i come crashing down on the rocks below
i will have what it takes to pick up the pieces
and start my journey anew

no longer tumbling or lost
I now travel in the river i created
when i made the waterfall that could have broken me

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