Cycling is my Quidditch.
It is the liberty to fly in
a world nailed to the ground.
It is speed,
it is passion,
it is freedom.
It is a mental workout;
The fight to turn "I can't"
into "I will"
and eventually to "I can".
It is the ability to remind yourself that
although every hill goes up,
pushing you to your limit,
making you want to quit,
there will always be a downhill after.
The rush of the wind on your face,
the speed of the pedals beneath your feet,
the feeling of you and the bike as one,
always and forever.
I know my life gets tough.
There are many hills in my path.
I may stumble,
struggle,
reach for just one more pedal stroke,
one more push to get me to the top.
I may wonder why I started,
what I hoped to get from this
leg-wrenching climb.
But when I reach the top
and my pedal strokes falter
as I crest the peak of the hill,
the burst of excitement in my chest
is matches by the need of my bike
to go faster
Faster
FASTER!!!
Until I'm finally reminded that this is why I started.
This is why I worked myself to the bone,
pushed with every muscle I had,
and nearly quit 50 times.
This is why.
So I could feel the wind fly by me,
my bike respinding to my every touch.
My dearest friend,
my splendid joy,
my greatest freedom.
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This poem might look very simple but the work put into keeping a constant theme with greater meaning is impressive.
The line "It is the liberty to fly in
a world nailed to the ground." had me.
The personification given to the bike adds depth to the poem.
It is a well-written piece with a clear message!
Keep writing!
~Lubna
Cycling through life. Reaching to the top. Climbing through the mountain. Braving through the terror. When you reach the top, you find the cool wind and spectacular view. Yes, life is similar to a bike ride. There will be many towering hills, but like this poem puts, if you brave through it, you will be free and joyous of the changes that had occurred. I loved this poem. I wish you an amazing day/night.