A new version of me By Fiona Goodwin

Am I worthy of a new version of me?
Or am I the dead sea that has nowhere to go
And sits under the glaring sun
And takes whatever comes
And evaporates

I want to go down the rapids in a canoe
Soaked in the spray
Dodging the rocks
Riding the waves
Until i want something different
Evaporation maybe.
I’m just grateful to be able want something.
It was a time when that would’ve been more risky than riding the rapids…