Lesson to be Learnt
The waters running off
from the vast mountains,
in beautiful British Columbia.
The absence of warmth
is substituted by cool crisp air.
The indescribable rush that comes
when you're about to fall.
The splash as your paddle hits the ice cold water,
is like listening to my favorite lullaby.
A drop that hits still water,
only a thousand times better.
Silence came when waiting
for the next big fright.
Being a lion,
thinking you can do anything at the time.
Striking with bravery,
yet worrying about what will come next.
Never anticipated it to feel like this,
like I'm on the edge of a cliff miles high.
Hating every minute of it,
up untill the surreal nightmare was over.
The feel of frost on my legs,
burnt like a hundred sparks
landing unexpectedly on you.
Irritation found a place inside me for days,
clinging to every bit of me.
The lesson is learnt,
stick with what you want to do.
