Life follows the course of a river.
We are all people living our lives, safely on the bank.
Events that challenge us, are gushing by.
With so much power and force.
But suddenly the bank breaks.
I have fallen into the river.
I have grabbed hold of a log.. this is safe.
This is Anna.
My family and friends are on the other side.
They are wanting to help me.
I want to reach out.
And therefore I must let go of the log.
Time and time again they call out.
I am terrified of letting go.
Because I cannot fight the force of the river.
I might drown.
What will happen if I don't let go?
I will stay forever distant.
Distant and isolated from my family, friends and my life.
But safe with Anna.
I have to challenge myself to take the risk.
I have to leave Anna, my log.
I have push across the river.
I have to take their hands.
I have to put my trust in those who love me.
I have to be brave and believe that I will survive.
I am therefore reaching.
I will struggle.
I will make it.
I will grab hold and I won't let go.
Anna, the log, will be broken by the force of the river.
She will be swept away.
I will be safe.
I will know then, that surviving the river, I will survive anything.
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God you have come so far over the past few weeks. I can see that in your righting, everything seems to be getting a little bit clearer every week. Your poems are absolutely brilliant and explains a lot! You have a gift Niamh, make sure you treasure it and be proud of it.
Love you lots, xxx Sandra
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