The First Drop

My Heart pumps hard in my chest,

There is nothing I can do now.

I try to put my fears to rest,

Travelling up to plummet back down.

It’s the reason we came here as kids,

To enjoy the motion in this car.

The girls in front of me having fits

The ground never seemed so far

We begin our descent to the floor

My insides come up through my neck

The adrenaline hits every inch of my core

“This coaster better not end in wreck”

Fears like that have no place here,

Other riders make it clear.

I wipe my hair from my ear,

 I have conquered my fear.

The first drop is the real thrill.

A poem about The Cyclone, one of my favorite childhood memories.