A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Why do I do it?

I trip.

I fall.

I know pavement like a close friend.

Pavement is painful.

My legs are littered with bruises and scrapes

from tricks failed.

So why?

Its exhilerating,

And addicting,

going at speeds

that send my nerves tingling

and shouts of glee

to arise from my throat.

Performing tricks

only possible

on a board.

It forces me

to step out of my comfort zone

and push past my limits,

and to try

and try again

when a trick goes wrong.

Most of all,

It teaches me to get back up again

even after some of my worst falls.

It is my Freedom.

And my Escape.

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