The Gloucester River

When life is low, the river drops.
When life is high, the river floods.
I float on the water like a lily pad drifting down the river.
The happiness, despair, anger, everything that's going through my head
seeps out of me into the river.
Sometimes I don't feel anything, so the Gloucester River sits still and waits.

The river is always there for me.
It greets me whenever I go down.
It plays with me and splashes me as I swim to the ledge.
The river's hands slip away as I shimmy up the rocky cliff.
I jump off and sink down.
Darkness, silence, no air.

The river looks out for me.
It knows when I'm in danger.
The Gloucester River saved me.