The Diver

A poem about a diver or someone whose depressed with an imagination.. you decided.

I turn around and look at the crowd,

I see their excitement and hypness,

To anyone else it's loud,

But my mind is soundless,

I grab the bars and put my foot on first step,

Sacked by past and all the stress,

I tune my senses and hear the crowd it's my pep,

I pull myself up real slow,

Times moving like I'm on death row,

To them this is just a show,

Or to boost my ego

But they'll never really know,

The encaged enraged soul,

Just safely wants to lose control,

As I'm headed to the top thinking about the drop,
I get rush of excitement,
This is my anti-depressant,

But the pain fights back,

Not knowing how to be,
Insecurities attack,

I close my eyes and keep it moving,

The crowd stops but my head starts booming,

I open my eye lids,

No sound from anyone not even the kids,

I'm eye level with the ladder,

I pause and say it's now or never,

Ready to release forever,

I take my first step on the rocky plank,

My heart sank,

Then my feelings shrank,

Hit by realization,

Without hesitation,

I walk quickly towards the edge of my imaginary ledge,

Like a bat out of hell,

No longer trapped under a sad spell,

I feel enlightened,

My Senses are heightened,

I can feel my blood pump,

I jump,

Then land on the tip to get a grip,

Plunging in the air,

Forgetting to care,

I grab my knees,

As I start spinning I feel a breeze,

I hug myself arm to arm,

Happy content escaping harm,

I start twisting, I feel like life's finally healing,

This is grace,

This is my place,

I point my arms back down with finesse,

No more feeling less,

Not even knowing stress,

I feel one,

Feeling brand new,

Like back when I begun,

Born again,

Is this how it feels like when you win?

I look down I see the end,

My dreams start to bend,

And reality is back,

I close my eyes and then everything goes black.

~Rawnesty~

Author's Note

Did it paint a picture?