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Momma said there’d be days like these
The sweat on your brow
And the pain in your knees
Momma said how the world can often be hard
How the ones that you love
Can leave you with scars
My senior year of high school I joined the school’s swim team
Not because I particularly liked the idea of spending my afternoons
mindlessly swimming laps in a public pool.
Or the smell of chlorine in my hair
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When I was drowning, you saved me
You pulled me from the waters cold grasp
And lifted my head above the waves of my own depression
And for that you were my hero.
25 yards, at age 10
At 11, 50 yards
Now at age 18 I am going 1650 yards in one race
An average man can go 3 days without water,
The bottom of the ocean.
Not viewable to anyone. 95 percent unknown.
Yet, many people do not fear it. I am not one of those people.
Yet, my senior project was to swim one mile.
I am a swimmer.
Jumping into the pool, feeling the water against my skin.
I am a swimmer.
Listening to my coach, giving me words of advice as I compete against grown men.
I am a swimmer.
Fishy, fishy,
Swim, swim, swim,
What's it like inside your bowl?
Is it hot or cold?
Out here, in the air,
The temperature is fare,
But the serene life of you,
I am a river
working hard
always moving
changing everything around me,
while accepting change, myself.
Sometimes I am calm
sometimes I am restless.
No matter,
for I am a river.
No Laughing
No Screaming
No crying
Not even a sound
Climb up the rail
Its summer
So the water isn't too cold
But its night so the water looks black
How deep is the water?
The sun sets
both high and low
Someone lets
Their lover go
The waters deep
And the birds high
It's a small leap
Maybe he'll fly
Darkness surrounds him
Instead of chasing balls with friends
I was focusing on something else instead
In four months time
I would find
That dishes only what you can handle
It's rather scary for a 9 year old to go under the scalpel
She steps into the water,
Spirals of foam pulling at her ankles.
The ocean billows out before her
Like a pair of sails in the wind.
A pelican rests in the water
Out beyond the waves.
