Drifting
Sitting, playing, not paying attention to where I am.
Watching fish swim under my vibrantly colored sea turtle boogie board.
I feel the water move me up and down, still not noticing where I am.
I suddenly feel something that wasn't the water move the board.
Sitting, panicking, paying attention to everything around me.
I see a shark and how far away the shore is.
How far I've drifted from my family, my friends, and me.
Sitting, paddling, wondering where I am.
Wondering when this happened.
Paddling feverishly towards shore.
Sitting as I wait for someone to help me.
This poem is about:
Me
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