Going Under

• Rhian Lumsden, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

I can feel the weight coming off my shoulders as I get deeper,
I feel my fingers and toes going numb,
I shiver as I get closer to the bottom,
My ears pop and it hurts, but I keep going,
I'm losing my breath slowly,
I feel tired,
My muscles ache,
I'm freezing,
I need to take a breath,
I pull myself to the surface as fast as I can.
Huh. I'm panting. Hard.