Roaring Waters

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The water is roaring. The riverbed can’t hold her in. She’s rushing… flooding… running… trickling way past her usual edges. Like a delirious child, madly colouring outside the lines. Her container is no longer suitable. It’s too constricted. But here’s the beauty – she doesn’t try to fit into it. She just builds a new one.

I put one foot in front of the other. I can’t tell if my hair is made of snakes. I’m not sure if that’s the sound of my heart, or the wild thumping of the core of the earth. And I don’t want to know. My skin feels soft and loose, yet I’m bursting at the seams. There is rage, and power, and excitement. There is magic, unbridled joy, and the deepest trust in all the things. There is mourning also. Sadness. Disappointment. Fear, trying to hold me back. But the current is tenacious; it’s way too strong now. My vessel is too small. It’s time to build a new one…

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2 thoughts on “Roaring Waters

  1. This is soooo relayés to what you’re going through at this time of your life! It is also true to what Life is about…much love. Maman

  2. beautiful 🙂 thank you for sharing

    On Fri, Apr 1, 2016 at 9:59 AM, sweet chaotic silence wrote:

    > myriam khouzam posted: ” The water is roaring. The riverbed can’t hold her > in. She’s rushing… flooding… running… trickling way past her usual edges. > Like a delirious child, madly colouring outside the lines. Her container is > no longer suitable. It’s too constricted. But here’s ” >

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