Nothing Can Stop Her From Feeling Alive

Feeling the rough ice beneath her blades,

feeling the stumble in the surface,

tracking her steps trying to find the soft spots

on the exterior of the lake.

The ice glittered with several wounds,

forming blockades of rough terrain.

When she's ready the ice becomes smooth,

as she glides backward curving circling around

lifting her legs zig-zagging before she turns and spins.

Reflecting on how she has let go of all the wounds,

and the resentment.

Feeling the love as she flows along the ice spinning around

as her arms twirl over head.

Experiencing the new found freedom of love to weave through

her life.

Birthing into a new being letting go of old beliefs,

ridding herself of all the storms hidden in her soul.

Reaching for the new goal to feel with all her might.

The ice strong holding her weight, trusting that it will

support her as the wind blows across her face.

Looking out on the open space feeling one with nature

as it holds her in its hand and glove.

Loving the feeling of the moment,

stepping side to side spraying ice watching it fly through

the air, understanding she never has to be scared.

A rare being a creature unlike any other as she dances

with her blades against the hardness of the lake.

Remembering back to the best feeling of the ice,

jumping up in the air flowing with the winter breeze.

Landing back on the ground steering herself to the left

and the right following the suns' brilliant light on the ground.

Her shadow following her around.

Celebrating the beauty of her soul,

finding the beauty that glows like gold,

freedom flowing through her soul.

Her blade sliding against the ice sounding off

the friction between her and the foundation that holds her

so close.

Dancing feeling the joy of being alive.

Nothing can ever stop her from feeling alive.

All rights reserved Hattiemattiemae Spiritweaver October 15, 2011