I stand at the top of Boyne Mountain,
wondering if I can pull this jump off.
The cold wind lashes at my face
and pierces through my coat.

As I start down the hill,
my mind begins to race,
thinking of all the things,
that could go horribly wrong.

Pushing all thoughts out,
I race toward the ski jump.
As I reach the jump,
I throw myself off as hard as I can.

I hang suspended in the frigid air,
the ground far below me.
But something has gone,
so terribly wrong.

Me feet are too high,
outlined against the blue sky
and my head to low,
rushing to meet the ground.

I hit the frozen packed down snow,
like a meteor striking the earth.
My skis spring off,
into the powdery white snow.

Pain wracks through my body,
as blood runs down my face.
I get to my feet, however,
and finish down the hill.

My face eventually heals,
only a few scars left behind,
and now I know no matter what,
I will never stop doing what I love.