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I hate pools, oceans, lakes, rivers. I hate the feeling of the current against my body. The fight to stay in one spot when the water wants me to go with it. I hate how it whispers let go, Like surrender is serenity As if I haven’t fought too long to be here, On my own terms The chill that wraps around my limbs Not gentle, not kind But insistent — Pulling me into depths I never chose I hate the weightlessness, Not the freedom, but the absence of ground, The loss of edges, Of lines I can hold onto And I remember the diving board — Toes curled over the edge, The sky too big The drop too deep The water below dares me to jump, Like it knows I don’t belong in the air, Like it can’t wait To swallow me whole. I hate the silence before the splash, That breathless second of doubt, When the world holds still And I almost believe I can be free, Free to fall. But I never am. I step back. The plunge is not worth the drowning. In water, I am always unrooted, Always drifting, Always one breath away From vanishing
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May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
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I hate pools, oceans, lakes, rivers. I hate the feeling of the current against my body. The fight to stay in one spot when the water wants me to go with it. I hate how it whispers let go, Like surrender is serenity As if I haven’t fought too long to be here, On my own terms The chill that wraps around my limbs Not gentle, not kind But insistent — Pulling me into depths I never chose I hate the weightlessness, Not the freedom, but the absence of ground, The loss of edges, Of lines I can hold onto And I remember the diving board — Toes curled over the edge, The sky too big The drop too deep The water below dares me to jump, Like it knows I don’t belong in the air, Like it can’t wait To swallow me whole. I hate the silence before the splash, That breathless second of doubt, When the world holds still And I almost believe I can be free, Free to fall. But I never am. I step back. The plunge is not worth the drowning. In water, I am always unrooted, Always drifting, Always one breath away From vanishing
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Aliyapoem
22/F
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
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