My thoughts are a river

Winding through a meadow,

Racing over boulders,

Flowing smoothly across

A flat bed of pebbles.

It’s a beautiful scene

Filled with purpose,

Tackling adventure,

Finding joy

In a life well lived.

Criticism halts the flow

Like a fallen tree

Damming the stream.

A mistep changes the direction

Like an avulsion

Altering the rivers’ course.

Constant obstacles create chaos

Like treacherous rapids

Tossing debris.

My thoughts become polluted

With negativity

Aggressively

Eating away at my

Receptivity

Of lessons learned.

Listlessly

I find myself

Seeking peace

Instead of misery.

Eventually

The synchrony

Of growth

And serenity

Melt together

Designing a new me.

For I am the river

Meandering through life’s meadow,

Racing over boulders with purpose,

Tackling adventures with joy,

And growing with each passing day.