So 31 years ago I wrote this for a literature class. Enjoy.
The white sun
reflects off My white body, it is spring
Trees are budding,
flowers blooming, I am nervous
My feet are heavy,
My stomach churns, My ears ring
Before Me is the
quarry, its walls loom ominous
Standing atop her
walls I look down
Down into the dark
murky water, My heart pounds
How deep dare I
go, will there be pain, will I drown
I teeter at the
edge . . . JUMP . . . I hear strange sounds
People screaming,
moaning, yelling, groaning . . . SPLASH
Blackness,
silence, coldness, is this what its like to be suspended in time and space
i am alive, i have
learned, i am different . . . FLASH
The warm white sun
reflects off the cold dark water into my face
Amazing Grace! I
was blind but now i see
Amazing Grace
saved a wretch like Me
© 1985 Bill
Colwell Jr
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