Changing the River

There are rivers that flow
Each generation steps into the waters of their family
Waters of the generations flow over and around each person
For some the waters flow sparkling past
Filled with love and contentment
For some the water flows inky black
Filled with pain and sorrow
Passed from one generation to another
Ripping through them till the waters run dark from them as well
But I will stand strong
Casting stones to either side
Building a dam to hold back the dark water
Standing firm in the center as the blackness assails me
Filtering as best I can the water as it passes
So my children and grandchildren step into cleaner water
Water filled with love and laughter
I will stand as a bulwark
And I will not yield

©2013 Leslie Whitcomb

https://www.goddard.edu/2013/04/student-leslie-whitcomb-reflects-on-expressive-arts-therapy/

 

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Not passing it on

When we stand and decide that the violence stops with us we truly change the future. I wrote this poem as a way to express how I feel about mine and my children’s future.

There are rivers that flow

Each generation steps into the waters of their family

Waters of generations flow over and around each person.

For some the waters flow sparkling by

filled with love and contentment.

For some the waters flow inky black

filled with pain and sorrow passed from one generation to another

Ripping through them till the water runs dark from them as well.

But I will step into the waters

And I will stand strong

Casting stones to either side

Building a dam to hold back the dark water

Standing firm in the center

as the black waters assail me

Filtering it as best I can the water as it passes

So my children and grandchildren step into clean water

Water filled with love and laughter.

I will stand as a bulwark

And I will not yield.