Erin W. A Betrayal Of ConfidenceI apologize, dear swimming instructor, Though I know not your name. Nor much else about you. Time prevents remembrance. I was frightened of the water, see, And only wished to dip my feet Into the roiling abyss That was the swimming pool. Can you imagine my panic When out from the depths Came a pair of hands That gripped my legs And dragged me into the water? I know now you were only doing your job, Trying in vain to teach me to swim, Which is why I am sorry I pulled your hair And punched you with my fists And screamed in your ear ‘til you returned me to the edge, Exasperated. I paid you no mind, My skin relishing the sweet, sharp, scrape of concrete. And I’m also sorry that I pegged you with a pool toy before you could swim away. In my defense, You gave me quite a fright, It was a long time ‘til I rebuilt the courage To dip my feet in the pool again.
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