carving out a path among the dirt
and leaves
and rocks
and tree roots.
Sometimes it flows over those things,
making them part of the path.
Other times,
the water flows around the obstacle,
seeking a better route.
As it flows,
it picks up
speed and force,
allowing the rivulet
to widen into a stream.
Always flowing in the same direction–
perhaps diverted around
stones
or
tree roots,
but always
heading toward the same goal–
the bottom of the hill.
The stream never fights against itself,
seeking to return
back
up
the
hill.
I am that rivulet,
started down the hill of
my life,
seeking out
the path
that will bring me to
the bottom.
I encounter obstacles–
some easy to flow over
and incorporate into my path;
some force me to seek
a different way
to reach my goal.
As I gain
experience
and
find myself farther
down
the
hill,
my strength increases,
and I find myself
growing
and widening
in my thoughts and ideas.
Unlike the stream,
I often fight
against
the desire
to flow
continually
toward
my
goal.
Sometimes, I want to
go backwards…
but
Gravity
keeps
pulling
me
in
the
right
direction.
