Darkness Has Dispersed
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Sean Hill, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2010
He surfaces...
Oxygen a welcomed friend,
Fresh life rushes back through his exhausted body.
The weak, warm wind brushes gently across his face.
Fatigued muscles move mechanically,
Like a well oiled machine.
Piston-like arms pull him towards pending glory.
Darkness creeps back,
Will the door open for him?
His board glides through turbulent water,
Like a knife through butter.
Seizing opportunity,
The wave no longer his enemy,
Comrades at last.
The Battle has ended,
A perfect ten.