A RIDE I COULDN T SEE
To all, apologies I send,
For sights unseen, where paths did end.
My roller coaster, wild and free,
A blur of motion, lost to me.
Through twists and turns, I couldn't trace,
The dizzying speed, the frantic pace.
It grew too much, a heavy weight,
A burden I could not take.
The highs and lows, a weary game,
A constant shift, a burning flame.
Most often hung, in shadowed darkness
Upside down, where there was no light.
I'm tired now, of every climb,
And every plummet, stealing time.
The ride is done, the wheels unwind,
A weary peace, for heart and mind.
Copyright ©
Laura Wooders
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