
grinding stream
life
never a smooth flow
although i
wish it so
loves lost
loves found
vanishing
accepting
finding
instigating
stepping beyond
what is right
sinking into the abyss
saved from certain…….
to float again
and
again
i try
fail
try again
bastard am i
loved am i
i love too
sometimes
not enough
sometimes
too much
maalstroom

I keep thinking of the crazy fools who try time and again to cross Niagra in a barrel. Your poem and picture are a good pair.
Thank you Yousei