POETRY COLLECTION

The Dive

 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?”