For so long, floundering in the water as it rushes past,
knocking me off of my feet, taking my breath,
pushing me back.
I fought against the river, always pushing forward,
struggling, fighting, gasping for air.
How strong was I to fight the river,
the powerful force of moving water, yet I trudged on,
thinking myself some sort of soldier in life,
always going against the current
and then one day,
I simply turned around.
In response to the December writing challenge. Day two, About Me.