Poetry and prose for contests. The occasional "slider" poem. |
Timid little boy on the diving board. Scared of heights, scared to fail--disappoint. We cheer, encourage, and love him but all he sees is the fear of water WAY down there beneath his small feet. A cold shiver the ripples taunt and tease. Then... A step, small but huge. Daddy's smiling Mommy is cheering the water glitters and twinkles close enough to touch. A surge of hope, a daring move. He takes flight, a giant leap of faith. A splash, a burst of joy. The fear is dead. Form Info ▼
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