THE WATERFALL

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