Powerful winds blowing, from a distance they travel,

Downward, drifting faster, on not sand, nor gravel.

Blinding white light, knifing in from the skies

The razor like reflections, now piercing the eyes.

Controlled for the moment, though steering becomes a loss,

The motion begins to quicken, over something like moss.

Adrenaline pumping, reality too unfold

Eyes start watering due to the blistering cold,

The heart begins racing, as the slope streaks past,

Unfamiliar with this pace, you're going all to fast.

Fears and shivers, you're hoping not to tumble,

Screams thought out loud get released as a mumble.

Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh how could this be,

But stopped at the bottom,

You cry,

"I CAN SKI",

"I CAN SKI."