The floodgates opened more than once.
Just when she thought them mended, they broke again.
And she stood where she could watch at a distance and do nothing.
Resigning herself to the power that surged despite past efforts.
She stood where she wouldn’t get washed away, but still felt the water spray against her skin.
That same water that intended to wash her away, left only a chill that would eventually wear off.
But what a chill it was!
And as she stood in the sun’s light to warm herself, she mourned the loss of what had been taken.
Looking down at the thunderous water flow that continued to sweep clean everything in its path.
Clearing a course that she would one day walk on.
Because this time she wouldn’t mend what continually broke.
This time she’d let the waters run dry.