The River Bank

Crunching as footsteps hit the floor,
Whistles as the wind begins to pick up speed,
Small cries as the wind is no more,
Rushing sounds as the river guzzles down the banks.

I press my face against the strong bark of the tree,
Holding tight as if it’s listening to my heartbeat,
Pounding, and pounding, until no more,
A crack emerging from the tree, but also from within myself.

The river below continues to scramble down the banks,
I let go,
I let go of everything,
Falling faster and faster until my head hits the bottom of the ocean,
I gasp for air,
I cry my last yell,
Until I am surrounded by nothing but darkness.