National Poetry Day
Fear, Sea and Me
My first memory of the ocean
was being swallowed by a wave.
Just as Jonah was by the whale.
Trapped in the underbelly of the swell,
it was a dark place.
Time stopped.
I gulped down mouthfuls of salty water
My chest started burning from
choking and swallowing at the same time.
I resurfaced
trying to cough
every drop up.
It was over in seconds
but the fear
has lasted a lifetime.
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I had a similar experience..when I was young..
I still remember how scary it was under there. I love the ocean but I tend to stay out of it unless wearing a wet suit and attached to something buoyant – like a body board. Hope you’re not too scared by it!
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