Wild rivers
The levels were crossed, the barrier could no longer be seen..the cracks about to rupture..could no longer hold it within, They were about to burst,about to flow in a great speed, the damage had been done,or was it a blessing in disguise. They flew,erupted just like a new living being, the voice was as loud as it could be,the force harder than anything,it couldn't be controlled nor contained. The freedom was finally found. Day or night they knew where they were going, Some rivers know where they should be,need no guidance nor any help what may be. They make thier own path, no surrender, no barriers, forever and always apart. They never look back thats their only flaw. I guess that is how one should be. Cracks were left open,since the flow was on repeat , The seal once broken was forever meant to be.