The Pool

You dip. It's cold. You're scared.

It seems so nice, you're unsure. The water looks and seems deep. The feet start to feel what the body sees. It's tempting. You're shaking all over. You don't seem ready, but you relent. It's time. Hands on the edge, you move your body inside. It's new, this feeling. Unnerving, sure. But you carry on. You try to ignore everything but the water. Move, from side to side. Hands start to feel warmer.

The body is still worried, this territory new, but you move again and with more reythmn. It is new. You're ok. Just don't drift in too deep, they say. Take your time. The feet find its way, with a kick. Your body jolts. You start to feel better, but still you're so worried. The warmth comforts. Calm. Stay calm. You're safe.

Advance further, from one side to another, and you know, you're fine. You're not alone, you're in a good place. Keep on. It starts to feel natural, that's the closest word you can think of, but its not that word. The pool ripples. It's not cold anymore. Feel the waves, soft yet constant. Your fear starts to subside. Your motions are one with the water.

Concentrate now. Remain one. You're ok. You're more comfortable by each little moment that passes. You start to smile. There's nothing to worry about and you reach the end with some time to spare. As your feet start to move closer to steps, you still try to keep a pace, but you've got a little time left. You get out slowly, exhausted, happy.

You've changed. Breathe. A shower later, you again have to take that look off your face. You've got a lot to learn, but you've got so much time, and you know you'll find yourself in the water again somewhen.