Zip-lining
Soaring through the air,
heart pounding
and beads of sweat flying from my forehead,
the screaming line above my head,
the air throwing my hair
and rushing through my clothes,
hundreds of feet flying between my feet and the earth below,
my eyes locking onto the people directly ahead of me
waiting,
prepared,
and anxious to catch me as I soared into the final stretch,
My fear had been extinguished,
And replaced with a craving
for more.
This poem is about:
Me