Swimming
Swimming is freedom.
You lose yourself in the moment,
It’s like a dream you can’t remember;
To understand, you had to have done it.
You don’t have to be Phelps to swim.
Swim to achieve a victory.
Your team lost, but you earned a PR.
You just wrote your own history.
The pool creates waves.
But you can, too.
The water offers a cool embrace
In its frigid and icy blue.
I’ve been told that you can either sink or swim.
Why is “sink” even a choice?
Swimming is my escape from the day.
Swimming is my voice.
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