Flow!

Water is meant to flow,
Unlike the other rivers,
Why is mine so slow?

I drew a path,
Cutting through mountains and snow,
I thought I had a crystal view,
Where did my direction go?

I stand alone,
With want to thrive and flow,
Am still at the same stop,
Wondering where to go.

As all the others pass me by,
I think of taking the familiar path,
Then I remember all the stones,
Hurting me so bad.

I took a chance to force a new path,
Contorting , struggling and twisting so far,
Finally I did move a little,
Only to find a blocked path.