Poetry

Sailing on my Blades

By: Nicole Zodrow

Looking at the ice, my heart pounding fast

I leave my childhood lucky charm a kiss

Sailing on my blades, my die soon to cast

 

The millions cheer while my self-doubt hisses

“Anchors away,” I say, “Don’t stand about”

Looking at the ice, my heart pounding fast

 

Nevertheless, I step onto my route

I think back to a memory of bliss

Sailing on my blades, my die soon to cast

 

Breathe in; toward the frozen rink, I gliss

Breathe out; my throat entrapped within a drought

Looking at the ice, my heart pounding fast

 

Hours into my training, I was devout

Many days I spent preparing for this

Sailing on my blades, my die soon to cast

 

Millions of eyes watching me step out,

leave my fear behind, let my courage sprout

Looking at the ice, my heart pounding fast

Sailing on my blades, my die is now cast

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