The River of Life

Life's a river.

…and I'm floating downstream without a boat.
My soaking clothes weigh me down while sapping my warmth.
The careless rapids crash upon me
as haphazard currents speed my travel.
Rocks and falls and floating debris –
I survive it all
only to be battered by storms where the river meets the sea.
Lightning cracks all around and I am lucky to draw breath as the storm clears.
I am tired and my strength is gone as I sink into the ocean.
The onslaught is over.