The River Flows Deep (a poem)
The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood.
The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood.
…the result was the same…my problems were still there, staring me in the face.
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Blasting people with scripture and judgments then walking away, leaves behind nothing but animosity and contempt…
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Americans have spent 250 years working tirelessly to build a nation that can withstand hardship…
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Foreign governments, bots, trolls, scammers, and paid actors are attempting and, in some cases, succeeding in undermining our country by further dividing us.
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Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core.
The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.
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