Moving hands to move forward,
Kicking hard to keep afloat,
Peaking out to catch a breath,
Looking down making bubbles,
Seeing the patterned tiles below,
And you see it sloping down ,
Suddenly gripping you with fear,
Knowing you are going to the deeper end,
Where you could sink,
But you are already there,
You can hate it or love it,
But you definitely have to deal with it,
You sink and sink a bit,
You kick harder and harder,
Swimming back through where you can stand on your feet,
Emerging gasping for air,
And then you give a wicked smile,
Loving the taste of being “high” from fear,
And you know you would still go back to the deep end again despite the fear.