My life is like an ever changing stream.





I have gone through three states, seven cites, 13 homes.









I have left behind the best of friendships, and the worst.
I break down walls with my steady might. I get trapped by garbage that lies in my path, but I push through.


I gurgle, and splash, down mountains happy to be free.







I flex over logs, which once were mighty trees.
I let nothing stop me as I rush into the mighty river, following it every move.




Only to be cut off and move back into a stream.
People step on my back so they may reach the mountain.




Parts of me go in different directions, making me lost and confused, which path?
Until I come back together, and fall of a cliff’s edge. But I pick myself up, to stop in a serene lake and maybe stay a while?

I am a stream…….