I am rolling too fast
in a river's rapid pace-
unmindful
of the ragged rocks
tearing off pieces of my soul.
I am moving much too quickly,
headlong
into the currents
and barely above the surface.
Surely, I shall drown.
I am drifing far from the edges,
not able to grasp
the passing olive branch,
nor even caring if I do,
for I've been too long lost at this sea.
And yet, I long for a calming tide-
a gentle hand to soothe my ripples,
to slow my rapant rushings,
and still me
like shallow waters.