like a the running water

makes the rocky edges smooth

so the flow raw emotion

cutting deeper into the soul

purifying the wounds

cleaning the darkest and

dirtiest parts of the heart

carrying away the hurt

as loose sediment

and a million years later

the water still flows

but the canyon it has created

exposing every layer so unique

to behold with joy

the heart and soul

a beautiful vista...

And here I stood at the edge. A precarious perch high above the waves that crashed against the rocky shore. The sun was setting behind me and a bitter breeze whipped through the air. I wasn’t quite sure how my life had come to this. I wanted nothing more than for the thoughts and feelings to fade and my mind to be at ease again. I tried not to think of him. He could never help me now. I studied ea...