This is to Live

To Live

 

 

I’m screaming down the slope

The wooden extensions of my feet
Are sliding smoothly over the sea of white
White flakes land on my face

 

I lean forward for better speed
I scream without sound
I fly without wings
I feel without senses

 

What is to live?
Scream, fly, feel
This is to live
This is to live

 

The bowl deepens,
Taking me to incredible spped
Dangerous
Very, Very dangerous

 

I scream without sound
Over the sea of white
To the top of the bowl
And learn how to fly

 

My feet leave the ground
I fly without wings
The land opens up before me
As if a book were being read

 

I feel without senses
The beauty and majesty
Of a God and friend,
Who made this for me

 

This is to Live

Reviews

[ABBY]

this is an amazing poem. god has created soo many anazing things and people never take the time to apreashate them. good job

[Ash.]

Oh, this makes me want to take flight, badly.
Beautifully written.