Poem: Learning to swim

The land kisses the sea and vice versa.
I lay there with my dingy keeping my head above the water.
The waves making my body bounce
While I reminisce.

I try my best to stay away form the shore
But the breaking waves draw me closer.
I try my best to stay where my feet touched the bottom
So that if my dingy fails me
I’d be able to stand and not drown.

I lay there and wonder.
Should I write his name in the sand?
Should I do what my dearest friend once did?
I found a stick and spelt your name on the sand
One letter at a time
Before a swash, after a backwash.

Floating is no fun.
If only I can swim on my own.
If only what kept me alive all this time
Would just let me go to be free.
Like my dingy, free
To swim on my own.
To depend on no one for help.

I leave with many questions and uncertainties.
When will the land kiss the sea and vice versa?
Will my heart eventually let you go?
Will I be able to keep my head above water even without your love?
I await the day to be able to swim on my own.

The sand between my toes, under my feet,
The sun setting over the horizon, beautiful reflection on water,
The waves making a soft melody, almost to gentle to be touched,
All know how much I want to learn to swim.