free diving
by Nariman Youssef
On the way upward
I feel it:
umbilical cord
tightening
with the effort to feed me.
Breath,
a holding in of,
a clinging to, the epitome
of the precious banality of my attachment
to this earth.
A few long seconds,
every doubt wiped clean,
sheer animalistic longing
to taste the air.
I break the surface and gasp,
born again
from the womb of the water.
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Found clip. Random but relevant. And beautiful anyway.
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Thanks for your comment, Hannah. I’ve been following your blog for some time, and am happy to see you here