It’s All In Your Hands

Poem

On a motorcycle, zipline, airplane
I want to soar down the snowy mountain
I want to blaze up the trail
Be young and burn this energy
Get high off my own vitality
The wind, the speed, the rhythm and beat
I need to do what I can
While warmth and light
Are still in my hands
But I keep myself warm
Relaxed on the floor
Eat a nice meal
Talk a little more
Sitting on my hands
Watching the weeks pass
Wondering what will last
Dreaming what could be
Hoping to be 18 at 30
First times like it doesn’t matter
Never too late to be inspired
But I’m embarrassed
To see my own reflection
Cringing at every inflection
Fear of crashing
Stops me from flying
I want to live before I start dying
Though I know I fear I’ll die trying
But I’m doing my best
To believe in faith and patience
Trying to not be in a hurry
Or get anxious and filled with worry
I want the thrill of the fast, high and far
And the joy of sharing the best parts
Of who you are
To call me through the mist and fog
To clear the view of this pessimistic log
To find me through this gray lethargy
And teach me how to be free and happy
Living life uninhibited
Like a kid reaching for candy

more by ANNA ELISE

photograph by James Kemp

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