Swimming Up

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Why didn’t I hold my breath,
When I plunged into ice water?
Why didn’t I scream,
When the water chocked me off?
Why did I keep swimming down,
When I fell ten feet under?
Why didn’t I cry,
When breathing began to cease?
Why didn’t I grab on,
When golden rays of light tried to pull me out?
Why didn’t I give in,
When death blurred my vision?
Why did it take the burning reality of ocean floor
To show me this was last call?
Why did it take me so long,
To see the only way to swim is up?





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smitty said...
Feb. 13, 2009 at 11:31 pm
The progression of your questions feels to me like progressive hindsight. It makes me think that there's urgency, but not panic...perhaps regret? I love it. Neat poem.
 
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