The Great Struggle   I dive in, Head first, Into the blanket Of liquid. It covers the beautiful Mosaic on the floor.   The blanket is warm and I feel safe.   I bring my arms Out of The blanket they Freeze in the air, The cold breeze Tortures them. I struggle to put them back Into the Blanket.   I do this again And again, It gets harder And harder As time goes on.   Finally my struggle ends. I pull myself Out of the bed Of liquid.   I am tired And cold I gasp for air I struggle To regain control. I wrap myself In a smaller blanket. I take a deep breath, I have conquered What few have. I won.   Michelle Calverley, 1998