Out of this depth, I rise, kicking to the light.
Heaviness, you will not hold me underwater again.
Wise to the pull, I know that struggle can also be fight,
can trim the excess in me and turn my sinews to men.

I have since devised a method when you descend:
Stand up on the inside, don’t wait. Your getting up is a strike.
Cheer up! Consider it free weight training for the soul.
Who cares how long it takes, just keep standing till it breaks.

March 21, 2014 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry