River

Her hair falls like an overflowing river
A strong current perfect in its own entropy
Her back is bare but there's no cold, no shiver
She's only surrounded by laws of gravity
The still proud poise of her head
testament to the essence of her will.
Feral, stubborn, hurt but untamed.
Hindering emotions to run along with the stream
Her two eyes concealed in a dark river bed
Blind to the pain of the past in her mind
A Pale full bosom cascades unsaid
but undermined with illusions left behind
She is finding comfort in no color or form
Just reflecting the fullness of life within
the path to the sea can be found through the storm
And so the journey for transcendence begins
There's no more room for chances
No more reason for censure
She's no longer a woman
She's a force of nature.