I hate gravity…
It causes billowing spots, all over,
of blue and purple
that turn unnatural shades of
green and orange.
I was born on land to live
a tortured life.
The corners of tables grab me and
the smallest of pebbles can trip
as man-made devices assist my fragile, weak body
in the simplest of things.
But in the water…
There is no gravity.
Fluid motion fills my limbs and, for once,
I am strong.
One kick sends energy to wings
and nothing reaches to grab or stop my
No crutches or chairs with wheels.
No thick pieces of glass sitting across my face.
At home, my limbs obey my commands,
as colors dance off of each other
with sparkling exuberance.
I am me under the water…