The Plunge 

A deep icy cold skin tingling plunge 

No end in sight, lovely or grunge 

Yet the intoxication beckons 

Ready to be fired, a ball in a cannon 

I dive in to break my life mundane 

Full of perils yet pleasures insane

Reckless they say, spirited i feel

Life is too short, at the altar of caution to kneel

The finish line may transfigure into a mirage

The experience however, will uncover untrodden paths

Shake my curls and head out of its stupor

Reveal the abundance this life has to offer…. 




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