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Rachel

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2012
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At the Pool

November 18, 2012
I sit and look out on the deck of the still pool. I hear the laughter and conversations of swimmers getting ready to warm up. I see the nervous and excited swimmers jump into the cold water. I see the coaches yelling at their swimmers to get a move on and warm-up. I mark the way the nerves build up before the swimmer, swims their event. I see the team cheers boasting spirits, and making this day memorable. I observe the swimmers standing behind the blocks chatting but sthill paying attention so as to not miss their race. I observe the breathtaking races that has everyone on their feet cheering for their teammates to win. All these--all the excitement and anticipation building up in momentum, I sit and watch. Watching. Listening.Hearing.
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