MY WORDS

My words are flowing down the babbling creek so light and meek, like a  mouse who's lookin' for something

      to eat.

The colors of the blue, gray, and silver intertwine to make paragraphs form into the edges of the banks as i

       scurry along gathering my strength.

It culminates to a resounding boom as my paragraphs become an intriguing plot and i finally reach my climax

       as i tumble down, down, down over the jagged rocks to soldier on.

My words have taught me to sink or swim, so as i reach for the bank with waterlogged hands, I know that

     my new words will make new memories as I pull myself up and out.