The First

520a July (1)

Golden Waves

Nervous fear
Excitement
Butterflies

Shallow breath
Uncertain
How to start
Instinct
Takes over

Beginning slowly
The rhythm
Takes over
Quickly it builds

Then the surrender

Synapses firing
Waves crash
Over and over
Final push
Weak … breathless

All is given
Completion
Fear returns

Wild Thing ©April 4, 2016

This poem was written for Prompt #35 of the Writing Outside the Lines Challenge
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