Isabella

15

Crash,
I make waves as I first enter
the water chills my skin
but I have no time to react
Their words and commands are received
I start to slice through the water

Its only been a few minutes,a few laps, a few strokes
My stomach churns
My breathing is harsh
My legs burning, aching for relief
But thinking about the pain isn't acceptable
But I do it anyway
I touch the wall
I've given up
Everyone keeps going
cutting the water with graceful strokes
But I stay behind on the wall
I feel another type of water threatening to trickle down my face
But I blink them away quickly
I breath, and I close my eyes
And then I start again