The dice rolled a sixty-three.
We all cheered as you rose with your smile.
You waved like we all shared the same happiness.
But in reality, it was only for you.
The dice rolled a twenty-seven.
The crowd went silent as I stepped up.
I was so close yet farther than the sky.
To help, they tied cement shoes to my feet.
At the count of three, we all jumped.
Strength and talent couldn’t save me now.
As everyone else drifted up with the bubbles,
I fell toward the ocean’s night.
What they don’t know is that I found a whale.
They can’t keep me down here forever.
Once I get these shoes off,
they’ll see the survivor I am.
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Robin LeeAnn 
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An intriguing scenario, as the image of dice mixes with the cement shoes… and the endurance of the narrator to be determined to get those shoes off and return to above the surface. Hopefully, having a nice communication with the whale first 🙂
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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