The river is calm no more...

There are things in this world that will never leave us. Good and bad, happy and sad. Things that we can store away to the depths of our minds and hide away with no intention of ever trying to find. We can go most of our lives and allocate less than a second of thoughts on those things that we have locked away to the rivers of our souls.

Sometimes they sneak up on us, but the power that we have gained through the years pushes them back into the darkness of the calm waters. And once again without even the sound of a drip the black waters wash away, far away from the forefronts of our minds.

We smile at those around us and continue with the happiness that surrounds us. The new happiness that is accompanied by new faces and faces that look much like our own and we embrace the moment in complete control. We go along with whatever event is laid before us and take charge of it and make it as "perfect" as those around us would expect it to be. We are successful, happy, prosperous and in complete control as we perform for the audiences in our lives; so much so that every now and then, we even get a standing ovation.

But then one day it happens again; that single second of a thought makes it's way to the shore, escaping the calm waters that we buried it in. Our power seems defenseless and despite our efforts, we can't get it to return to the darkness. It starts to feel as if it has brought the darkness with it. The more we try, the harder it is to fight. It's strength is too mighty for us. We find thought after thought racing it's way to the shores of our minds. We are certain that the dam that we built has been demolished by the strength that time has allowed them to create.

We reach for anything and everything that we think will save us, but as we reach; we find more hurt. We discover that there are ones that we love that are fighting the same exact storm within the depths of their very own souls. We run when we can think of nothing else to do. Our minds are racing trying to catch us and we run faster and further promising to never stop until exhaustion forces us to rest. Exhaustion never comes and we just fall to our knees and wrap our weary limbs around them as we lace the hands that have yet to pray.

We cry for ourselves. We cry for the ones that we never knew fought this storm too. The tears continue to fall but the thoughts never stop. We look towards the sky but the calm is never promised.

We raise ourselves to our feet. And instead of running away we make our way to the thoughts we have to meet..We welcome them in, despite the pain..dry our eyes til there is no more rain..we make a promise to bring them to the shore..so that we can find a way to deal with them once more..Our hearts ache as we see them now, one by one..the parts of our lives that were taken by someone..and at that very moment we raise our hands above our head..and promise to awaken the part of us that was dead..and to not be ashamed but to make that someone pay..that decided to give us thoughts that we've had to hide away...