The Fight poetry by Ashley Pentycofe
The Fight
A river runs with force like life
The force hits me, a slap in the face
The river continues to run despite the change
I fight to walk up stream
Trying to go back, back to when you were there
When you held our hands
But the current takes hold
Refusing to grant me access into the past
It shoves me violently forward
Causing me to fall
My head is under water, my lungs fill
I can’t catch my breath, my energy is spent
I give in as the last bit of hope of returning to my past is sucked out of me
I let you go, accepting the void in my life
According to some you’re off to a better place, but where is the proof?
A weight is lifted, I feel lighter some how
I stop struggling and give in to the flow of life
Floating with the current, thinking of happy times
Ashley Pentycofe 7/16/2012