Summer

 The pause.

Waiting.

Waiting to see if anyone

is watching.

Their eyes are on you.

This is the time,

now or never.

You slowly back up,

your bare feet are burning

on the hot pavement.

But its worth it,

because just as it gets too hot,

so hot you think you can’t stand it,

you crouch.

You make eye contact with

the challenger, making it known,

what you are about to do.

Then you run.

One.

Two.

Three.

That’s all it should take.

Then you’re there.
The leap.
The feeling of
nothing above you, and
nothing below you.
Then the fall.
The blue rushing up to meet you.
As you take one last
desperate, gasping breath,
the cold envelops your feet.
Sucked down, the only thing
you can do is claw your way
to the surface. Nothing is important
anymore.
An animal, burning inside of your lungs,
thirsting, begging, screaming for
air.
And suddenly, an entire lifetime later,
one hand breaks free.
Then another.
As your head finally crests, your eyes
snap open. You gasp for air
feeding the insatiable hunger in your chest.
The cheers of your friends remind you
of something so insignificant only moments before.
You smile wildly, and lazily do
a small victory lap for the
on-lookers, but all you really want to do
is assess the damage.
As you backstroke languidly to the edge,
you realize just how far the reaches
of your impact to the cold wet
actually went.
You try to look as strong possible as you
push yourself out of the water,
but its hard.
Yet as he steps over to help you,
your smile widens more.
The distinct taste of the salt of your face
mixed with chlorine seeps between your lips,
Your hair is plastered to your face, and
You’ve never been happier.


Is it okay to post my own thoughts? I like writing poetry. I know its rubbish. #nohate.

TAAC