My mind still flashes back to the day

It was sunny and chill in the bay

I felt something tear into my lower limb

My leg gave out, and I knew it would be grim

It tore me apart, then came back around

I would have been done, if I wasn’t found

They pulled me up, and their red lights flashed in my eyes

I heard the siren, even through my cries

I can’t walk without crutches, and move without help

I have PTSD even when I see kelp

I haven’t been back in the water since then

I have an idea, But I don’t know when

I’m going to get back in and face my fear

As long as there are no sharks, then I’m all clear