on the board, silent except
the sounds of students afar, echoing the strong anticipation
of curious water acrobats, and the spectators who come to watch
the attempt made of pure bravery. courage. trust.
I step and am suddenly aware of
all the eyes on me. Ants on honey, eating up the last standing
strand of fearlessness left. It is just me and the board
no help. no supplements. no cheat sheets.
the only way to show you don’t need them: going in.
second thoughts pass me for their fifth time ‘round.
but stopping now would be failure. and the water beckons
with splashes, lapping up my hopes and dreams and happiness;
the only way to get them back: going in.
and in the air I fly, letting my body, thoughts, and mind soar.
bliss seeps through me, as no words can escape me, my eyes open with blank tranquility,
a fire of excitement licks my stomach’s winged inhabitants. inner peace
is here, but as fast as it comes, it leaves my embracing arms, with tears slipping down its face.
the only way to get it back: to rejoin the enchantment.
to dive once more.
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