Swimming without assistance,
Progressing - stroke by stoke.
Gently moving along the surface,
Barely scratching the depths.
Stroke by stroke, I become stronger and more confident.
Stroke by stroke, I pound and penetrate the water.
Stroke by stroke, I overcome my previous position.
Each stroke like torture
Ripping myself out and falling back in,
Allowing the water to take a hold of me once again.
The water symbolised my struggles and insecurities.
A never-ending and already lost war,
I was battered, stroke by stroke.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Swimming without assistance,
Progressing - stroke by stoke.
Gently moving along the surface,
Barely scratching the depths.
Stroke by stroke, I become stronger and more confident.
Stroke by stroke, I pound and penetrate the water.
Stroke by stroke, I overcome my previous position.
Each stroke like torture
Ripping myself out and falling back in,
Allowing the water to take a hold of me once again.
The water symbolised my struggles and insecurities.
A never-ending and already lost war,
I was battered, stroke by stroke.
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