My cloths are feeling weighted
Cos I’ve just been for a swim
Now I’m waiting for the diving board
I have to jump right in
My hair is plastered to my face
But it’s not the water no.
I’m almost scared out of my skin
I do not want to go
My brother’s waiting on the edge
He’s waving a five dollar note
The largest grin is on his face
And he’s taking the time to gloat
I had climbed the ladder to the top
And gripped the railing tight
My knees knocked the whole way up
And my knuckles where going white
I reached the top and shook so hard
I thought I would fall down
The people looked so far away
Down there on the concrete ground
So I’m waiting here, my face is pale
I know I have to go
My older brother thinks I’ll chicken out
He’ll say “I told you so!”
I shuffle forward, but I grip the bars
The kid behind me says “Go!”
I know I have to do it
But I quietly say “No!”
“Alright,” She says, “If you will not
I’ll do it for you then.”
Is she going to take my turn?
No, she pushes me out to the end
I gulp my fear and close my eyes
My heart begins to pump
I bend my knees a little
And I try a tiny jump
I hurtle from the diving board
I’m falling through the air
Now I’ve done it it’s not so bad
It had me in a scare
I hit the water, a tremendous splash
I feel so light and free
My brother has lost his five dollar note
But he simply grins with glee!
I surface and check I’m all in tact
Oh what has my brother thought?
I swim over to the side of the pool
“Hey Sam,” He says.
“Where are your shorts?”

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POETRY COLLECTION
PoetryA compilation of some of my poetry Please read A silver tear The skull And Kismet