Rollerblades

Roller blades.

Help me fly from problems with my feet still on the ground.

A streak of clear ground is like an infinite runway.

I get smaller for speed, stretch for speed.

I spring up with my arms stretched wide Letting the stress and insecurities roll off my finger tips.

I close my eyes to make the moment last forever.

When I slow down, I circle around to re-write the past.

I see my family and link hands trying to spread the feeling.

I see a puddle.

But not a puddle, it is a lake begging to have ripples through it.

I skim through then look behind to see the reflection shimmer.

At the end of the water I'm careful to not hit a rock

It'd be a shame to be brought back to reality so suddenly

I enter another puddle and close my eyes to listen to the sound of a ribbon unraveling.

I look behind to see the sky’s reflection turning to ripples.

I look up once more at the clear navy blue sky

As it envelops me taking me to my own private world

Empty of cares