Share it Please
and skate the bad emotions from my heart.
Although I know that if I leave I’ll pay,
I want the joy I find within my art.
They say I’m old, “mature adult”, and stuff,
but when I think about it I’m a kid.
I feel so free, alone, I should be tough.
I cannot be ashamed of what I did.
My love and passion for my hobby now
transforms the rink into my holy sphere.
Don’t scoff like them; my tricks are known to wow,
The time I’ve spent shows every minute I am here.
I’d skate without restraint at every chance,
because I’ve learned this makes my life a dance.
--I had a really hard time writing this. WOW. I'm excited to work on this in class and learn how to write sonnets better (and faster... this took about 3 hours and I still hate it unfortunately).