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over at tales of A gypsy mama.
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Dive
I can't tell you how many times I went up
and down
those metal steps.
Gripping the handles.
Wetness everywhere.
Smell of chlorine.
When I finally made my way to
the end of the rickety board.
Board swaying up and down.
Looking into my reflection below,
I turned around.
And went down those steps.
I am pretty sure the gym teacher
was getting irritated with me.
I love water.
I love to put a toe
in at a time.
Diving scares me to death.
I get to the end of the board , my palms get sweaty
my heart starts pounding.
I start thinking of all
that could go wrong.
And how deep is that water anyway??
But when you just run.
When you just jump and
not think
it can be fun.
Exciting.
Thrilling.
As I stand at the edge of
the board....
God whispers to me to
just run and jump!
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