The Poetry Journal Of a 16 year old Girl

Drowning

The River rages on,

Strong waters tug at your feet,

Wating for you to succumb,

"Let go, take a seat...."

"...... Relax, we will carry you,"

Their voice full of reason,

"Give in!" and you do,

'Cause trying's out of season.

Suddenly, you can't breath,

You're blind, and bound tight,

In your mind you seethe,

"This world isn't right."

You're head is bashed against rocks

You could have avoided,

If you hadn't locked the locks

That had your free will destroyed,

You reach, a hand grasps yours,

Guides it to solid ground,

You have much more in store,

Much more than you had found.

Choose now the river or the shore,

Though it could be easier to sink underwater,

To reach for less, and give up more,

You must realize you're His beloved daughter,

And you can reach the shore.