**_I may not ever ice skate again

I wasn’t mature enough at the time._**

I’d fall on the back of my head and laugh

Because

**I loved it**

But Id bruise my ankle

And cut people off on accident because

It was an obsessive feeling

The lines you create

Give way to sweeping crystals

Caressing your faces

As wind

Brushing you gently

Making you **art **

In the moment who cares about a bruised ankle?

But if you don’t care in the moment

Than you don’t really for the moment

So I can never ice skate again

But I know now that maybe if I was more loving

Maybe if I was more generous with myself

Than I wouldn’t have been hurt

If care was the way foward

I would carve that on ice now

**_But maybe I will rollerblade

Maybe I will rollerblade

Snowflakes still fall somewhere

_**