Swimming not drowning.

Confidently I pull on my suit
That tucks in my tum
Smooths the lines
While holding up my bum.
This time I won't be beat
By fears of drowning.
I'll swim the length
Smiling not frowning.

Into the water I step,
Down the ladder and stand.
Then my confidence seeps, til,
I clutch the side with a shaking hand.
I submerge my shoulders, not my hair
And standing with hands just so,
Take a deep breath and...
Push off with one foot, one toe.
Fighting back the child inside,
Who stood hiding in the shower
While the teacher taught and mum thought
I was perfecting breaststroke that hour!
In eight strokes I reach the line
Beyond which my strength will go,
Then breathless I'll flail and splash
And sink into the depths below.
Drowning out the child within
And parting the water, on I glide
Til the deep end is reached and
A childish grin spreads from deep inside.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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