Fleeting moments
Riding the rush of the river
Uncertain drops,
Merging with the flow
Turbulent yet confined
Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t”
Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon,
benovalence is just a show
The froth explains the churn
between the Will and the Fear
the Will loses, alas
Restrained passion, stays in tow
It ain’t over yet
Says a stubborn drop.
It leaps over the froth,
Puts up a spectacular show
What could not, has been done.
It’s moment has arrived,
The drop soars bright
It has found its own glow
My Tales Within 