Tumble
Tumble
Tumble down
From the light
Into the chasm below
There to roil
In the miasma
And darkness
The flume
Goes on and on
And I all along
Do keep my head above
Then exit
Into a wider course
And calmer water
Now swim for shore
Clamber up to land
Breathe a heavy sigh
As falls the water
So fall I
Into the chasm
The inevitable course
Into the tumult I tumble
Fractured until no more than mist
There in the light discover
The true nature of I
Refracting all hues of possibility
Disassembled I
Finds the path
From broken to whole
Though journeys be fraught
With pitfalls and wanderings
Know the beauty of the path
That the pitfalls and wanderings
Make the path beautiful
That serenity finds its moments
White water falls away
A stream of sibilance
Embraced in verdance
Here I, find peace in this day
Even as the rain
Drizzles through the canopy
Embraced in patterns of nature
I dismantle patterns of self
Trouble falls away
A trickle
Where sometimes a flood
In a land grown thirsty
While from the sun falls
Torrents of heat
And light
In a valley
Deeper than shadow
As water falls
In fractured cascade
See trauma’s pain
Fragmented mesh
Of memory and behavior
Slim tenuous tendrils
Strewn across twin darknesses
Of dissociation and repression
Shattered shards of self
Unanchored and adrift
Barely a trickle
Below, broken evidence
Here sometimes a fall
Just a trickle
May restore
What once was lost
Love
Hope
Filling pools of possibility
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