What is it?

A personal "drug" of mine described the best I could. A little long.

I am addicted.

I can deny it no more.

I truly love it.

Through my blurry eyes,

Which sting without protection,

I truly love it.

With so little noise

Besides that of a man's scream,

I truly love it.

With mouth and nose full

Of acid-tasting substance,

I truly love it.

With a cold body

Which aches as I continue,

I truly love it.

Why, you may wonder,

Through all of this toil and pain,

Do I hold this dear?

I must tell you now,

Even though I suffer much,

I enjoy much more.

I feel truly free,

 Able to go down and back;

To do that with ease.

It's not just two way;

One can move 'round easily

In three dimensions.

So what is this thing

Which I so truly hold dear?

I talk of swimming!

I really like this,

This sport of patience and will,

Determination.

I know I can run.

I used to do it a lot.

But I couldn't swim.

So what a breakthrough

When I learned how to one day. . .

And now I'm better.

I can keep up now

With many kids known as fast.

I cherish this fact.

I also enjoy

The choices I can choose from:

Four, to be exact.

I'll start with Freestyle,

The most common of all strokes,

Yet most effective.

One arm after one,

Kicking wildly and going

As fast as I can.

My friend Butterfly,

Probably most powerful

stroke of all of them.

My legs, like dolphins

Whilst I thrust my arms forward

And pull hard, harder.

Crazy ol'  Backstroke

The stroke which I began with

besides the Freestyle.

All things inverted,

My first view of the high sky

Instead of black line.

Then there's wise Breaststroke,

Whom takes some time and patience

To fully master.

My legs kick like frogs,

And my arms pull towards my chest,

All in harmony.

I like all four strokes.

The swimming variety

Really excites me.

My best: Butterfly.

But don't tell him that I love

The gorgeous IM.

So you may wonder

What happens when my pleasant

Euphoria ends.

Well, I leave the pool.

I'm dressed in my normal clothes.

Normal . . . I feel not.

I feel better,

Stronger, faster, healthier.

I feel accomplished.

I can have the pride

To come home from hard day's work

And brag of my work.

They'll ask "How was it?"

My answer:  a laundry list

Of accomplishments.

My very first goal

Was to learn; once I did that,

I sought to be fast.

Goal: become faster.

Yet I've always finished with

More than that . . . way more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Inspired mostly by swimming, partly by Nancy Lee Shrader (thank you Nancy), and partly by those radio gambling commercials (End your addiction. Call 1-###-###-##=D)

Reviews

[Kierstin]

I would not have guessed swimming! Thats awesome, And DEF unique. i liked the goal part, kinda inspiring! :)

[Holly]

When i first started to read this, i was really wondering what it was about, then I was really surprised to see it was swimming! What an interesting and unique thing to write a poem about. Kudos to you, I enjoyed reading this. =] Thanks for your review on "Animal cruelty"