This poem is about how Bella felt when she first drove the motorcycle. It's short, because her trip was short. Read it out loud; all poetry is better like that. And don't make me beg at the end, because I love how this ends and I want you to love it too. Just review.
Speeding through the air, like the ground never existed
And does not exist
I soar through the mist, the green, the dew-laden trees
And their child leaves
I wish that this feeling will live forever, freeing and weightless
Unburdened by emotion
By lack of what I love
Who my heart tells me is lost
And won't return
I forget my sorrow again, speed increasing
And rushing through the air
My unhappy thoughts filtered out of my tormented mind
And dissolved by the neutral swirl of mist and air
My chest rushing, pounding, like it once did daily
When my heart was still with me
My soul was still whole
As the ground finds me again
Frantic as though a parent for a child
Wish again for weightlessness
A wall of green rushes toward me
Like a fist before impact