Slippery Slope/ Steven Shamah/ Poetry

Slippery Slope

Steven Shamah

The cold crisp air against my face The beautiful snowfall landing all around me Menacing mountains looming in the distance In front of me is what looks like inevitable doom The snow covered, steep slope approaching

On the bottom I enter the rising ski lift My heart is pounding like a drum Trying to escape my warm chest I look down seeing skiers zip past me like the speed of light. I slowly approach the top

At the top, the powerful nature humbles me It makes me feel like a small snowflake My hands are sweating in the warm gloves Scared to the bone, as I slowly creep up to the slope My legs and hands are shaking out of fear

I am scared, but also, very excited The warm adrenaline rushes through my blood The snow and wind zips past me All I can see is a cloud of white The fear immediately escapes, taken over by exhilaration

On the way down, I wind through the gigantic forest The cold immediately escapes, replaced by warmth and comfort This time shaking from the feeling of excitement

My heart is begging to go again

I am addicted to this feeling.