Leap
Based on a true event with one of my best friend’s who passed away, Frances
we stood on the diving board, restless. I could feel our feet dancing, pitter-pattering, sloshing wet, dirty and scraping against the board’s itchy, scratchy material.
“You do it,” she says.
“No; you do it,” I say.
We laugh.
I’m too scared, I won’t admit it. It looks too high and the water too low. People were waiting.
Suddenly, I hear her tumbling out, her feet flying out in front of me.
I get the nerve, I jump immediately after her.
The weightlessness of jumping off such a height, so exhilarating, it was like time stopped.
We share a smile.
Whew!
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Comments (2)
It really does look higher from up on top. And I never could breathe while falling.
Beautiful poem , spread are wings and take a leap of faith , great message 🥰