Pink Glasses

Thoughts are pounding

A discordant orchestra

Dissonant sounding

Mind is quaking-

I see the pool and I

Know that I’m aching

To finally dive

Glassy water, contrasting the

Chaos of being alive.

Chlorine is burning

My nose, but I stay on my

Path, never turning

Polyester wrapped-

Maybe constricting, but

I don’t feel trapped

The beep is heard

Unhampered I fly in

“Free as a bird”

Into the glass I go

With a peaceful cool

Any swimmer should know

Water and me-

Not drowning in gallons

But flying- I’m free.

I’m in a ballet- this is my dance

Stroke after stroke I

Have a chance.

Ending the race

Slamming into the wall

Smile stretching my face

I don’t need smiling masses

Fogged up goggles are

My pink glasses.