“You are my river born to flow,”

mama whispered before the show

then the lights found me4ba6621d6811914f5d1b57edaf1cdb45

though my lines were determined to flee

into the ocean of heads

with thin hope threads

being woven into my shrunk heart

I searched for the smile that would jolt me to a start

but before me in astounding attention

silence covered the hall like a contagion

spreading up to where my feet rested

born to flow,I stood rooted

for a while…

then the sun of my smile

rose as the words poured

confidence flapped her wings and soared

As mama’s river began to flow.

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