Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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3 thoughts on “Drown”
My doctor has banned me from swimming…for a while. An ear infection is persistent and now the torment of seeing water and not immersing is blinding. I miss staying afloat, I miss the spray, the gasp, I never worry about drowning but it used to be there when I was learning…Now, I’m free to go down, down, down.
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My doctor has banned me from swimming…for a while. An ear infection is persistent and now the torment of seeing water and not immersing is blinding. I miss staying afloat, I miss the spray, the gasp, I never worry about drowning but it used to be there when I was learning…Now, I’m free to go down, down, down.
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Aww, I’m sorry to hear that you cannot look at water.
However, water is not the only thing you can drown in.
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Yeah…water is my element. Just miss not being able to swing for now
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