Under the Surface

My feet push with power. I arch my body, aiming to brace impact with my arms. I am enveloped; my skin burnt by the cold. Breath ripped from my body. I am fueled by a drive from deep within. A dark current surrounds me, eyes frozen shut. I keep my arms tight together, aiming for the distance, elongating my body. My legs struggle to move. My lungs burn with lack of air. With urgency I pull and push, struggling to move forward, reaching for the distance. Sun beams glint through, the only light at this depth. Every muscle straining, the end far from sight. A salty taste on my lips. Desire to finish, to win. Finally I break the surface, shattering the ripples I left. The race is on.