“Swimming,” by Kristopher Smith
By Kristopher Smith #01703391
889 FM 632
Kenedy, TX, 78119
When my soul slips in sorrow
And regret pulls me down into the depths of darkness
I must either tread water
Or try to make it to the distant shore.
In the worst of times, I can’t believe
That the shore even exists and the fantasy falls flat.
In the best of times, I can focus
On one stroke at a time, making headway everyday.
The present moment is where I sink or swim.
Only now can the decision be made.
Never sure of direction or destination;
Always just motion, motion, motion.
Drowning is not an option.
Sometimes forward, sometimes backward,
But never staying still.
Forever just the moment, the decision, and the motion.
Now, I choose to swim.