The River

There’s a river runs between us,
you and I; our thoughts, like tears,
are liquid carried by the current.

But you, and I,
we stand on the banks, oblivious,
ignoring the connection,
proudly touting our individualism.

Still the river flows
and all you’ve suffered
and all I’ve suffered
or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped
flows with it.

Step into the water with me,
feel our connection;
do not be afraid
for it is sacred –

wade deeper and know
you are not alone
for I am here
in this river
that runs between us.

(Originally posted in October, 2014. Edited here.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

7 thoughts on “The River”

  1. Beautiful poem! I love rivers in general, great use of the metaphor analogous to relationship. Everything flows at all times, nothing is static even if unseen, lovely,VJ!

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  2. This is just beautiful and so touching V.J.! I have a confession to make — in general, I’ve never been a huge fan of poetry, but there is just something about your writing that impacts me deeply whenever I read it…. Thank you for opening my eyes (and my heart) more to this art form.

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