Oh, how happy she was when
they told her she could swim again.

Oh, the joy she felt when
she arrived to the pool she loved.

Oh, how wrong and conflicted
were those feelings.

As a little girl, she had a passion for this sport. She loved jumping into the water and swimming to her heart's content.

As a little girl, she cried when she couldn't attend practices.

As a little girl, she cried when her team broke apart.

As a growing young lady, she tried finding other passions after that. She found writing and drawing, but something was still missing.

Or was it just her holding onto the memories of her past?

She doesn't know.

As a girl living in the present, she can swim again. She can jump into the water again and...

she didn't feel happy, or is it because she's not as successful as before?

She doesn't know.

She doesn't know if she should go on or quit again. She doesn't know if she can handle another break down. She doesn't know if she can take this anymore.

But if she quits...

Will she be happy?

She doesn't know.

She's lost. She's blinded by all her emotions. She's blinded by the past. She's blinded by the present.

And so she can't get a glimpse of her future.

She's lost.

And no one can help her if they can't trace her footsteps to her conflict.