Pebbles In A Stream

Like pebbles in a stream
Polished day after day
Our souls become smooth from life’s rushing waters
Refining our rough edges
Washing over us
Day, after, day, after, day
And some days
Yes, some days
It can feel like you are drowning
For the water can flow faster than we want it to
This is when I take refuge in the written word
For this is a world of no bills
No bosses with broken promises
With their ever ending need to control you
For in my world of writing there are no pipedreams to be sold
At the cost of...