My life is an endless rollercoaster. So many ups, downs, swirlies and splash zones. In the beginning you know what ride your getting on then not even half way through the ride you're confused where your feet are dangling from. Why am I on this ride? Can I get off? Can't turn back now. I think I might be sick. Oh shoot, scary turn up ahead! Hold on tight n shut your eyes. What more can you do? Your vision is blurred as time is racing through your hair down another slope. How do I get off? What and where do I go from here? Does this ride ever end? Will there ever be a smooth and steady ride? Will I ever be as I was before I buckled myself in? Probably not. With a head full of air and a stomach ready to burst my hands shake to what will happen next. Racing and roaring through twirls and loops hope seems to lose grasp. With vision in sight a dream longs for reality; but, it only becomes insanity. Next thing you know you have no control. What you thought was your plan was only to be continued by the man behind the scenes. Where now conductor? What's my next turn? Where's my next loop? When will the end of the ride come? Perhaps, just perhaps, if I learn to enjoy the twists and the twirls by the end I'll be stronger. Perhaps, I can learn to enjoy the moments I'm given. And just perhaps I can become the next woman behind the scenes.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Life long rollercoaster
My life is an endless rollercoaster. So many ups, downs, swirlies and splash zones. In the beginning you know what ride your getting on then not even half way through the ride you're confused where your feet are dangling from. Why am I on this ride? Can I get off? Can't turn back now. I think I might be sick. Oh shoot, scary turn up ahead! Hold on tight n shut your eyes. What more can you do? Your vision is blurred as time is racing through your hair down another slope. How do I get off? What and where do I go from here? Does this ride ever end? Will there ever be a smooth and steady ride? Will I ever be as I was before I buckled myself in? Probably not. With a head full of air and a stomach ready to burst my hands shake to what will happen next. Racing and roaring through twirls and loops hope seems to lose grasp. With vision in sight a dream longs for reality; but, it only becomes insanity. Next thing you know you have no control. What you thought was your plan was only to be continued by the man behind the scenes. Where now conductor? What's my next turn? Where's my next loop? When will the end of the ride come? Perhaps, just perhaps, if I learn to enjoy the twists and the twirls by the end I'll be stronger. Perhaps, I can learn to enjoy the moments I'm given. And just perhaps I can become the next woman behind the scenes.
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