The Dance of Descent and Ascent

Life is like a yo-yo held within the hand, A string connecting purpose to the shifting sand. We cast it forth with hopeful youthful might, A downward plunge into the day and night. It spins and whirls, a vibrant fleeting show, Gathering momentum where the breezes blow. Experiences cling like dust upon the wood, Some bright and shining, others misunderstood. There's the swift descent, the feeling of the fall, When gravity's harsh whisper answers every call. The world a blur, a rush of dizzying speed, As expectations crumble and our spirits bleed. But at the bottom just before the crash, A subtle tension, a connecting dash. The string still holds, a fragile unseen tie, A silent promise that we yet can fly. A tug, a pull, a force from deep inside, A resilience that we cannot always hide. The upward climb begins, a steady slow ascent, Bearing the weight of moments that were spent. We rise again perhaps a little worn, With newfound wisdom, lessons newly born. The view from higher ground, a different sight, The shadows shorter touched by softer light. And so it goes this rhythmic ebb and flow, A constant journey both the high and low. The string may lengthen or feel taut and tight, But the hand that holds it guides us through the light. For in the casting forth and in the swift return, A deeper understanding we begin to learn. That life's not just the soaring nor the downward dive, But the constant dance, the will to stay alive. So let it spin and twirl this fragile wondrous toy, Embrace the journey, find the inherent joy. For life's a yo-yo and within its simple grace, Lies the profound reflection of the human race. ©bfa040825