Kate Mitchell

Defying Gravity

Crunchy hair pulled back and sealed,
Fishing line being tugged, then tied tight.
Heavy, dark makeup carefully applied,
Big heavy earrings and shiny headpiece in place.
Beautiful, glittery dress on;
Skates tied tight and secured with tape that makes a loud ripping noise when peeled.
The room smells like hairspray and lipstick,
And the air buzzes with excitement and tension.
We finally step on the ice,
Gliding on the flat, gleaming surface.
The cheering quickly fades.
40 shiny blades scratch the hard ice,
The feeling of unity seems to surround us as we turn and balance on those tiny metal blades.
Flying through the air with 20 of my closest friends,
I am light, fast and nothing can touch me.
I seem to defy gravity.


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