Fistful Of Gravity Poem by R. Erin Milana

(dedicated to all of skater out there)

A grip to the edge of a glare,
surf the curve of the air,
no heart that’s in despair,
when the Sunshine touched my hair.

I grab the gravity,
draw it into personality.
Exhale to bring the melody,
this air could be my remedy.

Stand out to grow,
dare to go with the flow,
racing with my own shadow,
and fly with the wind,
to find where the skies unwind.

This is me, with my rhythm,
I write my own anthem,
with my shadow, with my reflections,
I’m not into perfection,
I have my own expression,
this is me, this is my passion.

inspired by a photo of Skate Montpellier by ludobret on Flikr
edited by: RDWeilburg