Swimming not drowning.

Confidently I pull on my suitThat tucks in my tumSmooths the linesWhile holding up my bum.This time I won’t be beatBy fears of drowning.I’ll swim the lengthSmiling 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 hairAndContinue reading “Swimming not drowning.”