The Racing Rapids

I’m about to enter the never-ending rapids.

The rapids are moving as fast as my heart is beating.

Flying down the racing rapids I stare off into the distance.

I grab onto the slippery, slimy rocks and pull myself up.

I stare down into the water preparing to jump off the towering rocks.

I sink to the bottom of the river and kick myself up.

Exhaustedly, I swim back to the rocky shore.

I lay down and take a breather, ready to go again.