These moments of determined shrills

make contact with your leveled feet

a dent in your character,

a red X over memories

needed to maintain the equilibrium 

you were meant to be

but a person isn’t stone

and who you are isn’t set

you’re a river that flows, 

a personality to forget

and three words,

one gesture,

one step

is all it takes

from who you are 

to who you were

to a stranger

to who you are once again

you’re a river, and like a river

you can never be penned