Through the Looking River

The river is as steady as my beating heart

Still for miles, unwilling to move

I watch as my ace forms within the subtle waves

Slowly the wind pushes the waves

Ripples erupt

Leaves fall, crashing into the once beautifully still river

I reach for the edge of the water

peering down, my face no longer falls within the waves

The leaves have covered my recognizable reflection

Sticks and stones create gashes upon my river face

What happened to me?

Who have I become?