Journeys

Margaret V.Doran

You go along
knowing you are on the wrong journey
a futile journey
lacking a vision for your future
lacking the courage
to jump into the deep end
        without a life vest

There you stand
hunched over
        paralyzed
on the end of the board

Occasionally, if you are very lucky
a friend will give you a well-placed
        boot

The water is cold and scary when you hit
but as you break the surface
you feel your lungs filling
        clear to your toes
        with fresh, pure air
and you begin to swim,
getting stronger with each stroke
beginning a new journey

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Updated March 13, 2005
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