Underwater

• Ela Ozcelik, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

I felt hard, scaly coral reef,
Under my soft, bare feet,
I inwardly sigh with plentiful grief,
This snorkelling trip feels so bittersweet,
My scrawny hands touch the cold, white sand,
And my chocolate curls get caught up in against the rocks,
What does it feel like to swim in Thailand?
I'd rather be chased by a red fox.
This unshakable feeling of chilliness,
As the water increases my dizziness,
I think I might fall,
To the oceans floor,
And be left in a pile of lonely regretfulness.