A swim ... down a stormy river,as if the swim is a river too...

Some moments are like a flow
Of a swim, constant
Pulling in all muscular strength
As if the swim is meant
To struggle against all odds
For some moments become a swim
As if the swim is the rivery flow kind,
Of a struggle to find
Where one has left one's shore...
And how far can one swim more
Amidst all odds...

For when river calls
There is no turning back...
No slightest slack...
No muscular lack
Of flow...
No panting...
No huffing...
No weariness...
For when the river calls
There is no turning back...

(Note:~ on someone swimming across a stormy river, to meet his ailing mother...)