He skates down the
narrow road.
Away from the
difficulties surrounding him.
Dragging him down with lies.
He speeds up.

He recalls his peers.
They doubt his
potential.
To ride the
hardest; and they mock
His journey, his life,
his board.

He weaves through
the tangle of abuse.
Avoiding direct contact,
and rides as
the victim.

He grinds
his enemies down.
Using the pipe as his guide,
somehow always achieving
peace.

He looks to the future.
And believes in himself.
Broken, yet proud.
Delicately planning his route,
the biggest summit reaches
his eyes.

He rides the jump
through life.
Living every moment.
They want to see him fall.
He lands.