Teenage River

• Nicholas Cave, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2008

Faces rushing past me
Talking all at once
All demand attention
All want it at once

It feels like a river
Running through my mind
I drift along with it
Trying to hold anything I find

I am a rock
Beaten by the sea
and I am the butterfly
bright before I wither

yet I am the terrier
Holding what is me
and I am the tiger
Graceful in my strength

All are me
Yet I am none
There is only me
I am one