Here's a poem I wrote based off of our blog assignment in which we were to write about a time we were at war with something.
My poem is about a time when I was in a pool at a daycare I went to. A kid thought it would be fun to push my head under water...and keep it there. One moment I was minding my own and then I found myself underwater not being able to breathe... I was at war with time.
At War with Time
Blackness engulfed me-It was too dark.
My four-year-old hands grasped to hold onto something-Nothing.
I was at war with time.
The pressure upon my head wouldn't budge.
My life falling deeper and deeper.
It was getting darker, and weaker.
My throat burning, craving the sweetness of life- I wouldn't give in.
Drawing blood, from which the pressure now dripped,
realeased me and I was free.
Resurfacing, I greedily took in as much air my lungs could hold.
A blinding light seeped it's way into my barely open eyes-I won.
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We've all had moments like that whether physical or mental. I know that when I was battling depression thats how I use to feel. I would wake up in the morning and ask myself "whats the point. what reason do I have to to get out of bed".
Your poem definitly captures the emotion I feel whenever I get pushed under in the water! It's so scary, and I'd consider it a war too. Just thinking about that feeling makes me sick to my stomach, it's a big fear of mine. Nice blog Shauna!
This sounds so scary. It's so weird to think that you can be having fun/playing and then the next moment be fighting for your life. It sucks that this happened to you and also at such an early age. At four, what do you know to do? Thank God for mind over matter!
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