Seesaw


by turns, 
    going up
        and down,
lacking 
precise equilibrium;
life is...
 but a seesaw.
sometimes 
         we rise.
sometimes 
          we fall.
       when 
you find yourself 
    squatting 
on the down end,
never mind 
the brooding gray clouds 
hovering 
overhead.
           do not 
      disembark.
           do not 
      count yourself out.
because...
 come afternoon,
sunshine 
will peak through it.
you're down, 
      though not for long!
       so, sit tight 
   on that seesaw,
     which will 
inevitably rise...
up, up, up!
and when your feet 
  f i n a l l y 
lifts off the ground,
      release 
white elephants 
     within 
to the welcoming wind.
     shake off
         any encumberance
               on your shoulder.
outstretch 
        your arms 
as though 
you're about to fly.
taste the air 
         with your tongue.
taste the newfound freedom 
taste life
       itself.

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