knowledge pours over me
ice cold waterfall that leaves me
stripped bare
raw
pieces of the woman I used to be
washed away in the relentless flow
illusion of control and mastery
erodes
streams
over rocky hillside
to unseen reservoir
I long to cup my hands to drink
quench my unending thirst
but fatigue and tremor
make them sorry vessels
for these baptismal waters
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Your first two lines say it all!! A waterfall of knowledge is a little overwhelming isn’t it?
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Indeed– but I would rather have too much than too little. Unless it all contradicts each other. . .
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I see that there is a typo in your tag FIBROMYALGIA (it reads Fibromylagia)
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corrected
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