The black tide takes my boat down stream where the tree's of secrets block out the sun.
Long winds the stream, filled with jagged rocks of lies crack my Hull at each turn. Every rock bashes over and over again with no remorse no prejudice.
My feet draw cold as the water cascades witnin the boat dampening my shoes. Shoes I once wore walking freely without worry with out pain.
I hear the tree's above my head whisper in the winds past memories, past choices, past mistakes.
A grey shadow that's cold and hollow coats my skin. I shudder to the core with thoughts of regret for ever taking the river.
For its that I make my choices that put the path in front that led to this river. Never did I see its tide was so black and fixed for its purpose of ruin. Not desperate but engineered for destruction of any man to be taken by its might.
The water rises inching up my legs slowing me down. Making it hard for me to walk around the boat as I'm thrown to the wrong side. I can't think clearly I need to find the balance taken from me. I have one thought and that's to stop the water being taken on through rips made from rocks I've been crashing into. But whilst repairing them rips new ones lay ahead ready to tear more letting more water on sinking me deeper until I surely drowned.
My determination is clouded only letting in idle thought of repetition.
A stillness happens, a memory of a smile. I hear a song in the tree's through whispering. It's distant but I hear it. The balance of the sounds slowly shifts in favour of the song now louder than the whispers. I still hear them but my mind fixes with purpose. I know what I need to do to stay a float. I know I won't sink. But the tide is strong. Its blackness so dark, like an empty void pulling all light down. Nothing can escape it seems. Nothing will ever be other than this long windy river. This thought is terrifying but I knew it took just one decision one choice to get me on here so surely it will only be one decision one choice to get me out. But it takes time and effort to get to the point of such strength. I must wade through the murky waters of my past. But the water weighs me down heavy like a mountain on my back.