under the water…

I was thinking recently about why I don’t like to swim. It’s not that I cannot swim, I can. It’s not that I’m afraid to swim, I just don’t enjoy it much. I nearly drowned when I was in kindergarten, strangely enough I was in swim class at the time. I remember being in a group of kids listening to the instructor talk and I was bouncing. You know, bouncing up and down in the water. It’s nice to bounce. So I bounced and did not realize that I was getting into the deep end. Nobody else noticed either. At one point I was completely submerged and I remember thinking, “WOW! I am already going underwater and we haven’t learned that yet. How great is that?” but then I figured out that I couldn’t break the surface no matter how I bounced and then I hear my mom screaming, “somebody GET her!!” and they did.

So I think that’s why I don’t care for the water.

At any rate, I do like to write about the water especially in a metaphorical sense. I ran across the lyrics to a song I wrote a LOOOOOONG time ago using this metaphor so I thought I’d post those today. I still really like this song. Maybe with some CPR it will breathe again.

Under the Water

Feels like I’ve been hiding again
find me under the water
can’t hear words from the voices at the surface
everything sounds urgent on the surface


Feels like I’ve been frightened again
just as if I’m a child
Can’t see much so I keep my eyes closed
everything seems calm underwater


Sounds escape from my lips
that’s how I know I’m alive
I know I’m breathing
under the water
I know what I’m doing
under the water
I know I’m dreaming
under, under the water


Feels like paranoia
finds me in my alone time
can’t do much but wait for an opening
everything seems still underwater


Sounds escape from my lips
that’s how I know I’m alive
I know I’m breathing
under the water
I know what I’m doing
under the water
I know I’m dreaming
under, under the water



Feels like I’ve been discovered again
found out all I’m pretending
Can’t say much so I keep my mouth closed
some things are still underwater


Sounds escape from my lips
that’s how I know I’m alive
I know I’m breathing
under the water
I know what I’m doing
under the water
I know I’m dreaming
under, under the water


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One thought on “under the water…

  1. Hey Mrs! hope you are having a good summer with the kids.

    Strangely enough I had an experience like this when I was about 6 1/2 or 7 at a lake. My friends decided it was time for me to learn to swim and held me underwater. I too can swim, but choose not to, I guess subconciously that experience has stuck with me.

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