“Throw her into the deep end,” they said. “She’ll learn to swim soon enough.”
Maybe she will, but you know, it won’t be easy the tides will grasp her firm and try to drag her under her lungs will scream she may wail and desperately thrash the tumultuous current will beat her down her arms ache, so does her heart she’ll sink once or twice, wonder whether it’s worth the fight, but with time and I can’t say how much she will gain strength and slowly but surely she will begin to swim against the current claw her way back to the shallow end and she’ll be able to look them all in the eye scars bare, clothes torn but a wicked smile.