Get back up {Frankel}
Jun 16, 2015 14:49:42 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Jun 16, 2015 14:49:42 GMT -5
Teagan 'Little T' Taifun
you may be knocked down, but not out forever
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tars dance across the sky. Somewhere in the distance the a full moon hovers above the ground pulling the waves - I can see its reflection in the water. Each wave grows higher and higher. Surfers love the full moon because it brings in a bigger tide. At least, that's what I've heard. The tail of my board rests in the sand as the nose fits perfectly under the palm of my hand. Surfing hasn't ever been one of my strong points, yet as I fight to figure out what my purpose in life is, I try many things. I've trained for the games, and I ended up in the Olympics. Maybe something like that can happen again. Or I could end up in the games; not that I want to die or anything. The beach is quiet. Most normal peopl are sleeping, yet what's the definition of normal? To myself I'm normal, but it doesn't mean I'm normal to someone else. It varies from person to person. Right now this is normal for me. Normal because I'm alone with my thoughts. Gripping the tip of my board, I head into the water trying to remember what all I learned growing up. Dad surfed a lot, but recently he quit. He said he was too old. Is there really an age to stop doing things? An age to quit being a child at heart? I am seventeen years old. I still have a couple more reapings ahead of me. Death still sits in front of me. Threatening to consume me. In a way, I want the honor of fighting in the arena, but at the same time death terrifies me. But what if that's my purpose?
Watching a wave form, I slowly head into the distance. Swimming towards it before turning away at the last possible second. The wave carries me and the board. I'm cheering, laughing, having fun. Holding my arms out, I rip through the wave. Weaving around as the wave tunnels over top of me. For the split second, I'm on top of the world. Riding the waves like a pro. My mind steady on staying balanced as I fix my gaze on the tunnel above me. My heart leaps inside my chest as I realize I may not make it out before the wave crashes against the shore. It's a thought. A fear. Something I've always worried about.
I'm leaning forward trying to bring up my speed, but it's not enough. The wave crashes on top of me. My board flies into my air, and I'm flying backwards into the water. Thankfully, the leash stays around my ankle. Salt water spews into my mouth, my eyes, my nose. It burns, and I can't breath. The wave tosses me around like a rag doll until it spits me out on the beach. Rolling over onto my back, I start coughing. Thankfully nobody saw that. It was a disaster, but at the same time it was fun.
I can't wait to try again.
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