It’s a gentle slap – the only of its kind
As the water hits the corroded rocks to stone to sand
The breaking down of land and mind.
A pulsating river, beating faster than my heart
As I watch from a broken stone wall
Sitting but wishing I was swimming amongst its ferocity
Being pushed away, that regular pattern –
But this time I’m in control.
A natural cleansing of all I carry
As I taste the freedom and salt of the Atlantic.
Water under the bridge, myself under the water
Only emerging for brief seconds at a time
A flick of my hair, a kick of my legs
And sky blue becomes sea blue once more.
Soft slaps of waves hit my body as I glide
With an agility I could never possess on land.
I wonder, as I sit and breathe and watch
Why I have always loved being in the water
Why it offers me such peace despite its danger.
As the tears roll down my cheeks I realise it’s because,
Underwater no one can tell that you’re crying.
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