The Swim

By KC

I swim with the flow of the river.
The cold water cools not just my skin, but also my worries.
I can barely hear over the rapids.
I can barely see through the spray as it crashed all around.
I hold my breath, and my lungs burn.
My muscles scream out in protest as I strain to keep moving.
It’s a good feeling, honed over years of dedicated training.
It’s the same feeling I get when I awake, and thank God I’m alive.
For there is no greater freedom.
It is liquid life I swim through, confirmation I am alive.

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2 Comments

  1. Kayelynn on April 15, 2020 at 9:35 AM

    KC,

    Great poem! Your imagery makes me picture what you’re saying crystal-clear in my mind. It’s cool to see that you’ve found an outlet that helps you cope and appreciate the things in life!

  2. Hayley on April 15, 2020 at 3:20 PM

    KC,

    This poem is really beautiful. I also find comfort in swimming and think water can be healing. For me, holding my breath makes me feel like I have control even when I’ve almost lost it. Perhaps this feeling is similar to what you are expressing in this poem. I like the way you describe life as “liquid”, something you can move through as long as you have your breath and control. Thank you for sharing your perspective.

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