Baptism Acrostic Poem

The plunge In the nightmare



Water and sweat from my forehead gently down


safe and read like a downhill skier


while surrounded by water vapor

slowly let go

contractions and anxiety on the bottom of my tank

and my mouth curves into a smile stretched.

Solo,

only company in the reverb
left by drops falling on the mirror

water from the tap and gently rocks me

eyelid
the curtain falls on the stage of my irises.

With closed eyes watch from the audience


the endless solitude of my
and icy waters of memory.
breath, I dive

a candle and feel the chill

advance slowly over my body

gradually penetrating into the water until it

not seal my feet.


date back from the legs but I remain entangled in algae
anger.
With eyes wide open,
gasp, cry
,
swallow bitterness and water.

drown
and closing his eyes on the seabed

open them again shrouded in steam ...
... I am alone, accompanied only

reverb
left by drops falling on the mirror

water from the tap.