The Swimming Gala

by Saffron aged 10

I stand in front of the road of
never ending water.
I get ready to dive in to the
Arctic Ocean.

A wall of knives breaking in
to the precious chamber of energy.
I was pushed in.

Adrenaline rushing through me.
I’ve heard what happens to
people who aren’t in the lead.
BANG!
I am in a trance of racing.

The tight ball of rubber pulled
over my head.
As I swim, the pool’s water
sews my throat with pain.

We play the underwater run
for fun.
Our flippers become our controllers.
We become our own characters.
Coaches offer power-up cheers
as the components raise their levels…

I succeed.

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