The Pond

Calmly she sits 

Legs swinging beneath her

Toes grazing the surface

Of the murky pond

She has sat on the embankment

For so long now

Some times her limbs move free

Dry and unobstructed

Others she struggles

Barely clinging to the edge

Only half fighting to keep 

Her head above water

Now she is hesitant

She needs to swim

To feel the piercing cold

Embrace her core

But she knows

There is no turning back

For once she swims

She may never walk again