My River…

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.



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