Adrenaline

I will 

never be 

an adrenaline 

junkie- 

extreme sports 

hold no magic 

for me. 

I have never 
understood 

feeling 

too safe, 

having to 
invent 

new ways 

to put myself 

in danger, 
aching 
for the fear 
to tell me 
I am still 
alive. 

The quiver 

in my stomach 

doesn’t hold 

arrows 

or butterflies, 

it barely holds 

my lunch. 

Every morning, 

hands clasp 

too tightly 

and a plane 

dives into 

the sea.