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Feb 2015
I remember Icy cold hands softly grasping my wrist(s).
As they lead me down to the water.
It's a brisk sunny day clear of clouds and void of life other than us two.
Upon reaching the brim of this secluded lake I dive right in.
Solemnly sinking lower and lower until something whispers for me to open my eyes.

I remember thinking to myself how much longer can I hold my breath.
As I peer at this underwater world around me, quite a masterful landscape.
This could be a mini coral reef I thought as many creatures scuttled across the mossy corpse of what I assumed used to be a tree.

I remember the feeling of those same frozen hands.
Gently and tightly wrapping themselves around my chest.
I feel stuck and held in place as my eyes peer ever deeply.
Into the lush and overgrown thick of seaweed.
That looks as if it is waving for me to come closer.

I remember a minor sharp pain as if ice was arching its way inside my spine.
Slowly sending a tingling sensation into the back of my mind.
This world really is something as I ponder about an over sized rock. That was more than likely large enough to be called a boulder.
Also how did it ever came to exist right here in the middle of the water.  
Silly I know, but I also wondered if the fish same as people .
Would praise this rock to be something more than a pebble in a lake.

I remember a peaking feeling where everything began to rush to my head .
As the chilly edge slipped into my limbs as those hands caressed me.
Amongst this lavishness was the **** realization .
That the only thing that stood out in the realm was my existence.
It was my opaque form that caused quite a stir in this mundane environment .
If not for my involvement .
Today would have been the same as any other for these creatures.

I remember being enveloped into the pleasantness and peacefulness that the cold brought.
When I could finally no longer feel the hands pressed against my skin.
In this brief moment all I could do is take in what my gaze could hold. This moment could no longer last as my vision became hazy.
So I closed my eyes to accept what eventually had to come.
Just another poem for my creative writing: Poetry class. It's the ever present feeling of having something dragging you to do something you never really wanted do in the first place.  Knowing and feeling like there is more to life are two completely different things.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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