Poetry

Deep End

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I’ll jump into the deep end,

I can’t even really swim. No, I’ll

probably drown. Yet here I stand

staring into the darkness, I am the

light. Maybe instinct will take over,

and I’ll conquer the water. Maybe

I’ll disappear forever, floating among

the hypothetical streams. Either

way, here I am. Jumping in.

It’s the deep end.


Photography by Jacob Boelman

 

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