A brush with fear

In my imagination 

I once saw myself on 

a free flowing river 

wading 

I had almost reached halfway across

and was nearing a log 

stuck between some rocks 

until fear caught me 

in the act 

of stealthily stepping away 

from the assurance of 

the sand bank

A runaway that I was 

once discovered 

started to panic 

and imagined 

the river changed course 

even flowed backward ! 

to send me crashing 

onto the safety of land 

I have yet to understand 

why didnt I just 

imagine myself 

not afraid ? 

Author's Note

I would love it if you could critique me and let me know how to improve my writing.