Damn
A dam has been breached
A boundary broken
Gears knocked loose
There is a flood of me
Pouring onto pages
I’ve no choice
But to ride with it
Rushing
Swim in it
Let it carry me
Wherever we are going
If I fight it I will drown
Too soon
For death waits anyway
At the end of rapids
Jagged rocks or dried bed
Best to be swept by water
Drenched
I will feel its flow around me
Now while I am in it
I will not regret
The rupture
— A.R.
Bible Dam by Jacek Yerka
sometimesihatemycat 
A gorgeous flood (from a gorgeous woman)
Thank you. Some days it feels gorgeous to write, some days not so much. But then, the things we write about express the spectrum from treacherous to exquisite, don’t they? I guess that’s because life encompasses all of it, the beauty and the heartbreak.