Swim Practice This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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It's still dark outside.
It's 5:30 a.m.
My head is filled with thoughts of school,
And exhaustion,
As I swim up and down the pool,
Up and down that black line,
A countless number of times.
My thoughts are jumbled,
My body is telling me to stop,
To take it down a notch.
My brain is telling me to pick up the pace a bit.
I see my coach cheering,
But my body is hurting.
I pick up the pace,
And I continue to stare at that black line,
As I swim,
Up and down,
Up and down.
The monotony of swimming,
Has begun to bother me today,
Mostly, just because it's 5:30 in the morning,
And my head is full of algebraic equations
From last night's homework
As I swim I think about
The formula for acceleration,
And then I feel another stab of complete exhaustion.
I stop at the wall
At the end of the set,
And do my best to catch my breath.
My coach tells me I did well.
And I manage a smile,
As he tells me to do it all again
And I push off the wall
To begin,
The next set
Up and down,
Up and down,
The black line,
Over and over again.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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leaves This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 30, 2012 at 10:14 am
I too am a swimmer and I totally felt every emotion in this poem. This sport is tough emotionally and physically sometimes and you did an amazing job of describing it. Beautifully written!
 
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