It’s hard to see treading through these flooded waters
The enlarged river is flowing in an unintended direction
It’s rising up the trunks of trees
Blinded to my destination
In these angry seas
Powerful waters rush into the mouth of a cavern
Holding my breath as I am flushed
The cave has many rooms
I follow others
Who hold a great light
Trying to find a way out
I blink my eyes only for a moment
And they are gone
Darkness is swallowing me entirely
Touching the hard cold surroundings
Trying to get out
The ground inclines then just disappears
My body is falling with nothing to cling to
And ground came abruptly, there I am....
Exactly where I was
Before the flood
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Beautifully worded.
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Like the memory of a real event, gripping narrative holds us we can't evade, see it through to the end & there, a firm footing.
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fantastic metaphors
The night is darkest before the dawn. When the rug gets pulled out from under our feet, sometimes we panic. Somehow we find our way back. Seriously..Great poem Laura!!
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