I lace my boots tight.
Not tight enough. I re-lace them.
As the skater before me finishes,
I block everything out. Ear plugs in.
Now I’ll only hear the music.
Coach yells some last words of advice.
I take starting position in the middle
of the ice, as they announce me.
The music begins and everything
is washed away into the moment.
Just me, the music, the ice.
Just skating for me.
Jumping, spinning, and dancing
to the glorious sound.
The sheer joy of flying is wondrous,
even if only for a brief moment.
All the power and speed I hold in my spins
is exhilarating and fierce.
My body takes over as it falls
into a familiar rhythm.
So close, so close to that place now,
where I’m outside of myself.
Just pure energy, pure brilliance,
in sync with everything.
All of a sudden, it’s over. I’m in ending position.
I’m swept in thunderous applause for a perfect program
as I make my way to the Kiss and Cry area
to get my scores with my coach.
Then I awaken to reality.
Better hurry or I’ll miss the bus.
~~icygirl357
....how i wish my parents would let me compete. i want it so bad
 icygirl357 · Tue May 06, 2008 @ 12:01am · 0 Comments |
