I Wanna Get High Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Sitting cold and shivering, trying to stay warm, staring at complete white, blinding to the eye, touching the ice cold ground to push my self up, keep myself from falling, from collapsing, from giving up, from not achieving, pushing to get myself going, to get away from the cold, the hurt that is behind me, trying to touch the sky, trying to fly, i pull down my snowboarding goggles, and begin to see something other than white, I cut back and forth and see a growing hill in front of me, as i hit that jump and launch into the sky, pulling off a method, i realize, Im higher than i have ever been, come get high with me.