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Swimming Through Remembrance

I have always had a fixation with water and my pieces always reflect what I think water symbolizes for certain people of the world.

Swimming through Remembrance


She dove into the quiet, dark abyss.

A mother bellows out insults, a father raises his hand, a brother, a son, a sister, a daughter. Weaving through people, taking measured steps, eyes taking in the sights of wet skin, damp hair and the smell of chlorine overpowering.

She swims. Focused, calculated strokes break the waters still surface.

Tears, snot, brightly colored cheeks. Yelling and arguing, betrayals, love. A dysfunctional dynamic.

Her muscles tremor with fatigue, her body slowing despite her pushing.

A body lies, staring blankly at nothing. Like a dark colored red paint, blood flows from open wounds. A shriek in the distance, blank glances, blaring lights and a sorrowful cry fill the night.

She stops. She lays deep in the abyss, not quite feeling, but never unfeeling, trying to escape but never achieving it.

Eyes snap open, she pushes her feet against the ground and erupts from the water, inhaling deeply and filling her lungs as her grief crushes her.

Oh, how she hated swimming.

© 2020 Jieralie Alicea

Comments

Jieralie Alicea (author) on March 23, 2020:

Thank you so much for the feedback. I am sorry that you were in a dark place and hope that you are doing better now. Thank you for boosting my confidence.

Anonymous on March 23, 2020:

Amazing piece, “ A body lies, staring blankly at nothing. Like a dark colored red paint, blood flows from open wounds. A shriek in the distance, blank glances, blaring lights and a sorrowful cry fill the night.”

This brought back a time where I was in a dark place and how life was hitting me hard.

Great piece! Don’t stop writing I know you got so much potential :)

Jieralie Alicea (author) on March 23, 2020:

Thank you so much for commenting, Erikreads! I am so happy a piece of my work resonated so deeply with you.

Erikreads on March 22, 2020:

“She stops. She lays deep in the abyss, not quite feeling, but never unfeeling, trying to escape but never achieving it.”

I love how this part of the piece gives me chills. The idea of wanting to escape something so badly but never achieving is a reminder of my own life and my own challenges. How I try to escape the harsh reality of the life, my family forced me to be part of. Good piece I’m looking forward to more