The River

I find myself in a raging river.
A strong current,
pulling me toward places unknown.
I fight against its ferocity,
but it smashes me into rocks.
I escape toward the safety of shore,
but it pulls me under;
sweeping me back into its grip.
I grow tired and give myself over,
floating on my back as it leads me
in the only direction it knows.
The river calms and I lay there on the surface,
wondering what lies in the depths below.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

Books and poetry.

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