Skateboardin’ my way
I want a turn.
Hand me your board brother.
Orange & skinny with a flipped up deck
I'm doing it my way.
Hands where feet go.
Legs up high
Steady
Rollin
Picking up speed
Can't believe I'm even still on
Heart racin'
Rock hits
Slam
Elbow on cement
My arm hurts & I'm stoked
Who says you can't do a handstand on a skateboard
Scar reminds me
Of how Ive always been
Oops
I've a scar on my finger
Second from the left
And I haven't the slightest where it came from.
But I have made up a story
(Quite a silly one, really)
And an answer it certainly suggests.
Once when I was two
I was up in a great tree
And I had never been very well balanced.
A cardinal came along
Singing his cheerful tune
And little young me was quite frightened.
So I jumped from the tree
Ran full speed back inside
And I got a nasty paper cut that never quite healed properly.
Sometimes poems have strange endings
Especially when they're made up
And I'm not sure what you were expecting.
Blades
Anger
Sadness
Trauma,
My mind circled into a never ending spiral of emotion
Far too much to control
And with no idea how to help me
Only one place to go...
Cold
Sharp
Slick
My last resort to a better ending
Smooth steel to make me forget the anguish
A thing to distract
Slice
Slice
Back and forth like lumberjacks sawing a tree
Until there is almost nothing left to be
except calm
With due time my calm fades until all that remains is soft and lightly colored against my skin
Resting upon my forearm from side to side...
A reminder that I'm still alive.