Alive

I don't know why

but something in me loves

to dance

just out of death's grasp

to let an inch decide my next breath

it makes me feel

in control 

as I swerve and dodge the line

careful to get close, 

but never cross it

Something about the way

a small branch wips my face

millimeters away from my unflinching eye

makes me feel 

powerful

as I expertly evade a trap

someone lesser may have fallen for

I don't think that's a good thing

but it's true

Because as shards of ice

all but cut my skin,

and I accelerate to a speed

that makes it impossible to stop

impossible to turn back

impossible to do anything more than breathe,

something in me takes over,

something that knows it can't fail and won't

something that sets me free,

and I can't help but think

this is what it is to be alive