Brookish

Much like a brook
I have often fallen 
no rather I tripped 
over rocks past crevices 
and around the bend
gaining speed each time 
until I became torrential 
moving things unmovable before 
causing rather than keeping 
letting things go discarded 
until I finally reached 
the estuary where I 
met something even mightier 
and it told me 
let things be themselves 
for you are free
whereas they are not 
they are meant to 
be where they’re found