When I was little my parents made sure I would learn how to swim.
They figured that since we
lived next to Lake Michigan
that if I didn't learn to swim,
it'd be wrong.
It would be just wrong to
live next to a Great Lake
and not learn
how to manage
So when I was four I was put in swimming lessons.
Here I'd be able to learn.
I'd get a feel for the water
and the way your eyes burn
when you've been exposed
to the chlorine.
Yes, I think I had goggles
but you know what I mean.
Feeling the flow of the water wasn't really scary. They strapped me into those floaties so
I'd always be carried.
Eventually you learn to let those floaties go.
After time the deep end becomes the real prize.
You know, when you first learn to swim you start with just a toe?
You dip it in the cool water
s l o w l y
you put in a little more and keep going until
your feet finally touch the floor
of the swimming pool.
It can take some time to get to the deep end. Some people love to just dive in.
I had to work my way up.
Finally, when I did it
I felt like the ultimate winner -
like I was a real Olympic swimmer.
I'd need a gold medal to showcase my mettle and to display to the world
how I made it to the deep end
and I'd be unforgettable!
Little me, tiny little me -
can you imagine?
With all of the lessons I was more than prepared for Lake Michigan.
I was prepared for the salty oceans, the streams, rivers and the little ponds.
There was not a single body
of water that I'd not dive upon.
Head first as I
myself into the wells of the world
something new about myself and everybody else.
In the process of it all, it seems like it was so long ago
that I really learned
what it meant to
go off the deep end.
The deep end endeavor
is all too heavy
for any regular swimmer
You'd need pristine training, and
even then -
you might not fit in.
Sorry to be blunt, not everyone is meant for the deep end.
I was just a lucky one. You might think of it as chosen.
By experiencing the deep end,
I learned not to depend.
F r e e z i n g.
Ice cold waves resemble the ways
of old and familiar former companions
who shapeshifted into shadows and
who all became so shallow.
S W I M.
The waves, broken
they'll push you around
and pull you down.
They will always try to drown, but there's a secret.
In the deep end you can never feel the bottom.
That may be part of the problem;
In the deep end do you have
the ability to feel?
Or comprehend what is even real
if you never hit the bottom?
Once you've been in the deep end for a while, you despise all things shallow.
When they say I've gone off the deep end, just know that it's true. I was built for this; no, trained for this. Not everyone can handle the deep end blues.
Not everyone can swim.
Not everyone can handle
the weight of the waves.
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“I can swim”.
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