THE WATERFALL
Swept along in the turbulent rapids
Flailing arms, and gasping to breathe
It came so quickly, I was not ready
Rushing towards the waterfall’s edge
Then just nothing, just ice cold mist
With the tons of water, falling down
Never thinking that I would survive
I tumbled fast then was drawn under
Instinct made me reach to the light
To inhale at last, and hope still lived
Carried along, but at a slower pace
Seeing dark greenery of river banks
As if in line, kneeling in subjugation
Yet ignored, as water flowed past
Towards its very distant destination
And carry me there, agreed or not
Until I reached up to grab a branch
And pulled myself out of the river
To collapse and sigh at my saviour
Perhaps the first time in that role
And yet for me, it will be the last