Imagining In My Room

I can feel the air 

Around my room 

I can move inside of it 

I can sense the currents 

Surfing around my skin 

I find myself resurfacing 

Gasping for breaks 

Only to dive right back in 

To feel the cold sea water 

Freeze my head 

Bringing sharpness 

And clarity 

To my touch 

My hands reach to the bottom 

Grabbing clumps of sand 

I rise to resurface again 

Lifting my hands up to the sun 

Watching the sand 

Melt away from my palm 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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