Written for class at St. Edward’s University
Most Times
There’s always a voice in the back of your mind
Questioning your motives or those of the people closest to you.
Sometimes you have an answer, but
Most times you don’t.
When you’re with one you love, and you’re watching someone else,
Your imagination and emotions run wild.
Sometimes you have them under control, but
Most times you don’t.
Confusing thoughts flow into your head,
Muddying up the already dirty waters of your mind.
Sometimes you have a way to see through it, but
Most times you don’t.
It comes to a point where you have to say what you’re thinking,
Before your head explodes or someone gets hurt.
Sometimes you have the ability to speak up, but
Most times you don’t.
The person you love is always by your side to help you wade through
Those muddy waters or to listen when you speak your mind.
Sometimes you feel you don’t need them, but
Most times you do.
Sometimes you feel like they don’t love you, but
Most times they do.
In Too Deep
“What is more yours than what always holds you back.” – James Richardson
It’s your first time up this high.
About to step off the end of the long spring board to do a free
f
a
l
l
into the deep end of the pool.
Your heart is racing, beating through your swimsuit, ringing in your ears.
A shiver runs through you – fear tying a tight knot in your stomach.
Cold air brushes over your wet swimsuit, goose bumps appear on your skin.
Looking down into the watery depths, the knot tightens in your stomach and you’re lightheaded, sick.
Quickly you step back, refusing to look at the swirling waters below.
Your friend’s voice floats upward, barely reaching your ears as a whisper.
It’s as if the pool itself is talking to you, telling you that it’s going to be alright.
I’ll catch you…
Your feet begin to move on their own, reaching the edge
of the diving board.
Pitch black as you fall into space.
Nothing touches you but air as you fall
fast,
faster,
faster…
Your eyes flutter open, resistant to the reality that the water may be closer.
But then it hits you.
Ice cold.
You slice into it
then you’re underneath it.
It surrounds you, fills your nose.
Your feet touch the rough bottom and instinctively you push off.
Reaching the surface, you shake the water from your eyes as
sweet air reaches your lungs and you grin.
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