Not an impulsive interest, 
But a gradual love. 

In the midst of this stress and uncertainty,
One thing I know for sure. 

I crave the freedom of skating. 
The mental release it has to offer. 

Like releasing myself from this cage, 
I’m locked in. 

A brief solace,
From my over worked brain.

To feel the wind in between my hair
Fresh air filling my lungs. 

My strong legs supporting my body, 
Knees bent ready to take off. 

The taste of victory in my mouth, 
Sweaty adrenaline palms. 

I want roller skates,
So very badly. 

- a broke struggling student