The cold water

Runs down my back,

And I jump,

Trying to escape it.

I've never liked it.

The pain that comes with it,

Like a thousand needles

Pricking all over.

I challenge myself

To bear it.

Maybe bearing it

Will make me used to it.

I get used to the coldness.

I win the challenge.

The water is still cold;

But I'm alright.

Time flows by.

I now feel a pain.

Maybe the water,

Still affects me.

Or is it that,

I wasn't supposed to get

Used to it

In the first place?

~☆~✧~✧~☆~

The pain never leaves you... Does it?

Anna