Gator In The Water
Frozen are my muscles as I leap in,
He yells at me to hurry because he wants me to win,
Each pull leaves me so tired,
I remember when I wanted to get in, but it has backfired,
The waves come crashing cold on my neck,
Oh how I feel such a wreck,
The turns leave my empty stomach so nauseous,
I wish I had eaten before and been more cautious,
Every kick leaves me out of air,
My competition is much older and this isn’t fair,
I thank the water for hiding my tears,
I feel a ringing begin in my ears,
The chlorine makes my skin tighter,
I know I can make it through because I am a fighter,
I touch the wall and realize I am done,
The joy that fills me when I realize I have won,
This is my sport beside it being grim,
I will love it to the day I die and always swim.
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