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!