Fully submerged
I lend, a kind farewell
Far from the safety
Of my young and careless springs
The rush I’ve cherished
Through and through

It is the fate of anguish
To pool in greater company
Traveling far and wide
Obtaining its bounty of pride and peril

Beneath the vicious churn of trouble
I bow to the whim
Of the almighty current
To suffer, unbound by soil
Quietly roving
Stripped clean of all defiance  

I’ve outgrown the calm
Of piercing blue streams
That color the wild
In their erratic curves and bends

The sea has coveted
My juvenile dismay
Fashioning my skin and  bones
Into aged perfection
Firm, boastful and sure