#tbt Erosion

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

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