Swimming

I have been dreaming of swimming -

pleasant swimming -

not drowning.

It has been lovely.

In my dreams, I swim again and again -

daily even.

I love to return to the water and smile.

I can feel the shift,

the change.

No longer swimming to claw my way to the surface,

but because I love it,

because I am one with the water,

moving,

embracing,

embodying.

For the first time in a long time,

I can see,

and I choose to swim.