Strapped in, very slowly at first,
we start to climb up high.
My stomach’s holding butterflies,
I really don’t know why.
I’m seeing the peak above me,
the rest cannot be found.
I know that when I reach there,
I will go crashing down.
That’s my life on a roller coaster,
always another drop.
I’ll reach the peaks of happiness,
somethings going to stop.
All the rides are turbulent now,
as none are on the flat.
If there’s one thing to remember,
I have to hang on to my hat.
We all take different places here,
on very similar rides.
Hitting highs and reaching lows,
there’s others here beside.
We recognise those spirals now,
after traveling for so long.
But preparation doesn’t help,
it’s more about staying strong.
We know it’s in the planning,
this crazy ride we live.
I wish they’d put the breaks on,
as something’s got to give.
~
lizalizaskysaregrey©️2018
Yes, life is a roller coaster indeed. Few turns giggles us while couple of sharp drops scare us. We do get tired though but it’s not advisable to get off from the ride by our own self.
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No the ride continues, we become accustomed to those drops, we hold on tight and know we will climb again! The more highs and lows we encounter, the more we know we will rise again 😊
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Exactly right 🙂
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Nice poem Liza. Sometimes it would be nice if the straight even tracks would last a little longer to give us a rest.
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Oh, wouldn’t it Leigh!
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