Dam

Once a simple stream
misdirected and held back
with sandbags and driftwood
creating a stationary place of life

Time brings the rain
the fragile stream steadily grows
sand bags and driftwood give way
to bigger, stronger barricades

A river now replaces the tiny waterway
the dam begins to flex under the pressure
fissures and cracks start to form
as the riverbed slowly starts to erode away

The vicious rains never cease
and the river waxes ever so violent
churning and thrashing
testing the integrity of it's buckling captor

Will this dreadful downpour ever dissipate?
Will this raging, wrathful river ever find peace?
With all these inquiries, one stands above the rest
will the deteriorating, damaged dam hold it's place
or be breached by the wicked waves below?