the river

She was once an unmoving river.
Still
Silent
Stagnant.
Laying dormant under an overcast sky.
Lifeless
Listless
Lost.
Drooping trees lined her banks patiently waiting to bloom.
But still she sits,
Unmoving
Unchanging
Unaware.
Heaviness holds her in place;
Blind in the dark.
Unaware of her power.
Unaware of her heart.
Unaware of her soul.
Unaware of her light.
Then the rains came down,
And she weathers the storms.
She is brought back to life.
Slowly she starts to move,
Carefully
Cautiously
Calculating.
She is still unsure.
Still blind to her power.
But still, she moves.
Trees lining her banks begin to bloom,
The clouds begin to lift.
Weight no longer holds her in place.
She flows
Freely
Without fear.
She surges,
Disrupting the status quo.
More power than she ever thought possible.
She reconnects with her source.
She reconnects with her heart.
She reconnects with her light.
The earth holds her,
Honours her.
A force to be reckoned with.