Life is a wayward river,
carrying you downstream.
You’ll float casually for a time,
enjoying the scenery,
when suddenly a boulder
stops you in your tracks.
You’ll need to stop and heal
before you can move on.
You try to avoid the whirlpools,
but sometimes, they’re unavoidable.
You’ll frequently attempt
to paddle against the current,
but only the river knows
where you shall end up,
so you learn to go with the flow.
This poem is written from today’s Napowrimo prompt. To participate in National Poetry Writing Month, visit napowrimo.net
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