I feared for my own short life,
Afraid that I may lose myself.
Cold, rushing waters. But they made me safe.
Floated hundreds of times, they said.
As long as I stuck with them I’d have no worries, they said.
I relaxed and believed, safe.
Then, the current started to pick up,
And take our tubes where it shouldn’t.
Toward a drowned, dead tree.
It grabbed us and sent me
Into the strong current, fighting for
My life, head bobbing up and down
While I gripped the trunk to save myself.
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