stream of consciousness

Nov 10, 22

I was once a teardrop 

out of my Creator's eye

they call rain

shed over the evils His creation became

The fall was scary 

the splashes separated my family

some were beaten to foam

but I survived

only to be bottled up

for consumption

they called me a precious resource

to be commodified

they wanted to fight wars over my scarcity

But what I longed for was to be returned to 

the river God placed me 

be a home for the fish not nourish this 

insatiable human's body

so he can fuel further droughts 

part of another whole 

not meant to conform to the corners of this canteen

but where my consciousness can stream free