The Cure

The algae on the walls
made my hands shrivel
The water was cold.
(But that wasn't it)
Swimmers
gave a lunger hell to breathe
as we went on in procession,
circles,
in a mile wide wading pool.
Torture.

This stress was to save me,
my chance to save me.

So I listened
And I breathed...

Then finally
I heard myself
Inhale.

No water,
just smooth
clean
blue
air