Biking up the hill

A poem by Gentry Stafford

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Slowly I start, one pedal after another. Then

Building up, gaining on it, so begins my heart

Pounding, breaking up silence’s scream

My legs cartoonish, flailing up and down

Darkness begins to flood my world

The wind grasps at me desperately trying to pull me away from the pain

My legs scream for mercy, burning down to the bone

Their charred ashes intertwining in the air stinging my nostrils

Yet still I push harder into the pane

Then it shatters, the glass not shearing into me

But into the darkness, unveiling the world's colors one at a time

My legs push harder with ease

Leaving my bike behind

The mockingbird sings

My heart beats the drums

And excitement dances through my body

Even the wind hums along

Ever so delighted by this song

But Alas, the bike catches up to me

Barely I grip on, as my feet search for its lost pedals

Blown away in the wind

My bike now carrying me faster than I can keep up

The world rushing past

New sights flickering all around me

Balance lost, as I sway

Color blasting me back as my is bike propelled forward

Screams emit, terrified yet joyous

But then the wind overcomes my eyes

And lifts me, as I soar, tearing through freedom.

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Bio:

Gentry Stafford is a 16 year old Oklahoman who spends his time having fun. He often rides his bike around town, reads great literature, watches movies, and works on writing his next great project. Overall, he is a promising young student with a promising future in writing.