Karate,
my refuge
from the storms of life.
Stress, turmoil, and uncertainties
swept away by a wave of kicks and punches.
Dragon-like power
whipping up an imaginary tornado
of might
Powerful and in control
I am reliant only on myself.
Pushing,
pushing
inner strength,
outer strength
driving through a vigorous workout
Serene silence envelops me,
This is what I live for.
Self reward, satisfaction
the only medicine to cure a driven soul.
My santuary.
My motive.
My life.
Dancing is like recreating a moment in time
Pointing toes
Stretching fingers
Feet barely touching the ground
Prancing across the stage,
Moving to the music,
Feeling as if I am in a fairyland
Performing better than even characters in a fairytale could.
It is a picturesque moment.
Then the music stops.
The performance ends.
Taking a bow
Slowly
Gracefully
Walking off the stage.
Waiting peacefully until the next performance.
Listening to a CD with headphones
Takes away all my problems
Like a vacuum cleaner
Sucking away the dirt.
My shoes are off.
I'm alone in my bedroom
With no interruptions.
Lying across my bed
Music pours into my head,
My body becomes relaxed
Like a limp string of spaghetti.
My sister barges into the room without knocking,
Tells me to hand back her CD,
And warns me never to touch her stuff again.
I storm out of my room
To tell on my selfish sister.
Playing basketball
is like you're in a whole other world.
I feel as if I've been transformed
into Larry Bird or the great Michael Jordan,
playing for the NBA Championship.
With no time left, it is I and only I,
for our teams final chance at success.
My heart beating,
my palms sweating,
my knees bend.
I flick my wrists and the ball takes flight.
All I can hear is the crowd on my side
and the swish of the ball
hitting nothin' but net.
But, it is a short-lived victory
as I hear my mom calling me.
But when I get the ball in my hands again,
I know anything can happen.
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