Dear injuerd self,

 

 

They see the agony in my eyes,

But know I will not give up.

 

With every stroke my heart jumps a beat,

the water turns eerie,

and my muscles turn to stone,

 

Yet I continue.

 

They ask me how I’m feeling

while I just rest there, frozen in time.

 

However, the clock reaches the top, and I continue yet again.

 

Swimming should never be about pain,

but the pain is like a scorching knife pressed against my body

 

The rippling water feels warmer than ever.

my strokes get sloppier

while my feet just stop.

 

They endure a sharp pain like their being stabbed and torn apart

Like a scarecrow who lost his straw

They get a burning sensation, and turn numb and uncontrollable.

 

I’m fighting myself to continue, and feel like a pebble against a boulder,

But I put on that same smile, and continue, I do.

 

Because I am a tidal wave in an ocean of only ripples!