Ski Jumping

My eyes are courageous
but my heart fears fate.
My lags are like steal
as I approached the gate.
The snow patterned mountain
with the jaws of death.
Leave me panting desperatly
grasping for a breath.
The cheers from the spectators
were soon shut out.
By the piercing sound
of the bullets fierce shout.
My skis gained speed
as I slide down the hill.
I went faster and faster
against my own will.
As I neared the dip
my heart rapidly pumped.
And then with an outrage
of anxiety I jumped.
I grew higher and higher
as I lunged for the sky.
Like a bald eagle.

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