Wearing my Dress Underwater

I drag my toe across the top of the deep blue water. The cold sends chills through my body. Nothing really feels as cold as my heart though. The water is tempting me. It’s calling out my name. “Jump in silly girl with a foolish heart”, it cries. How does it know me? Panic pulls my toe back from the broken surface of the blue abyss. So I stand there. Face to face with the unknown. Will apprehension get the best of me? It always does. Questions pour into my brain. This seemingly magnetic force draws me to the ground. Pulling my body into the fetal position. I close my eyes and let my mind take me away. The stone cold ground numbing my face. Toes curled tight and every limb as close to my body as possible.
Audacity creeps into my veins and I rise. The blood is pumping fast to my heart and it beats through my chest. It may rupture if I don’t act quick. Without thinking twice I find myself mid-air. And before long my whole body is submerged in the bone-numbing liquid. My toes graze the bottom and I rise to the surface. Treading as my body shivers in the cold, I look around and that solid ground I once stood on has disappeared. Am I going to sink or swim? Sinking would be the easy way out. This coward of a girl holds her breath and once again emerges her soul into the deepness of the sea. I am met by something under the water and it grabs my hand. Together we swim into the dark. The touch of our fingers is enough to keep us alive and warm. Uncertainty will not take away this opportunity. Swimming is all we can do. It’s all we will do. Hands clasped.