Timid little boy on the diving board.
Scared of heights, scared to fail--disappoint.
We cheer, encourage, and love him
but all he sees is the fear
of water WAY down there
beneath his small feet.
A cold shiver
the ripples
taunt and
tease.
Then...
A step,
small but huge.
Daddy's smiling
Mommy is cheering
the water glitters and
twinkles close enough to touch.
A surge of hope, a daring move.
He takes flight, a giant leap of faith.
A splash, a burst of joy. The fear is dead.
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So I Don't Unravel: Poetry
PoetryJennifer White's poetry focuses on her own experiences as a wife and mother in rural Idaho. She broaches the topics of relationships, death, and her reflections on life.
