Red River

[nluvwithsergio]

The red river flows everly and eternally
in it taking the last of my youth
and my maternal yearnings

Stormy weather stirs right before
it flows

Making me feel forgotten
and misunderstood

Yearning for the one I cannot hold

Will I be free when it clears
and feel completed?

Perhaps until the storm returns
ever fierce ever demanding
to be nurtured and not forgotten