The Drop Off

After the drop off

follows the come up.

You may get kicked off

the horse, but get up

before mother nature

takes her course. Hills

and valleys. Cats in

the alley. Shooting dice.

Mix the beans with rice.

Enjoy the climb back

to the top. Ignore the fact

that you dropped off.

Always take your socks

off. When you slip, flip

a switch. Slide down

but never stay down.

It may take a bit for you

to get over it. When you

see a ladder, climb it.

One day, when it’s all

said and done, you’ll be

eye level with the sun.

Open Sesame

Fly with me. Come open my mind.

Send me a sign. Open these eyes

that stay blind. Be my guide. Show

me the world on your magic carpet

ride. I’ve been closed off for years.

This road is under construction.

I’m paving a new way. It’s time

to switch gears toward production.

All you had to say was open sesame;

now, I’m better. You got the best of me

You got the best me. You set me free.

You’ve opened my mind. All you had

to say was open sesame. Then, BAM!

I broke free. With you, my door is

open. Walk through anytime. Come

around. I’ll never leave you behind.

Pity Party

Would you like to come to my party?

It would be a shame if you didn’t.

When you arrive, you will listen

to sob stories and whining galore.

At this party, you will receive pity.

If that’s what you want, come by.

We will all feel really bad for you.

We will sympathize with all you do.

You don’t want to miss this pity party.

Come! Quick! The complaints are starting.

Rope Burns

As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
I am playing tug of war,
and on the other side
of the rope is the fear
that I lose all hope.
I am always trying
to stay grounded when
my mind is flying.
I am trying to live
instead of thinking
of death or dying.
When I try to pull,
I feel that the hole
in my soul becomes
filled: almost full.
In this life, I tug, tug,
and tug. I attempt to
stand on top of a rug
that is being pulled
from under me. See,
these rope burns
come easy. I won’t
slip or lose my grip
until the sweet taste
of victory drips off
of my quivering lips.

Flip-Flop

My feelings flip-flop. They don’t stop.
My feelings hop right out of socks.
My feelings don’t care. They come
and go with very little to show.
Good, bad, happy, sad, mad, or glad,
my feelings flip-flop and flop-flip.
My feelings take me on more trips
than Ken Griffey Jr. had hits.
My feelings take form and assure
me that I am still a life-form.
My feelings are real; they can heal
and can hurt in the same storm.
Will my feelings flip or flop?
Will I slip and lose my grip?
Will I be able to carry and lift
this gift of life to the finish line?
My feelings will flip and flop,
and I will keep feeling them
until the light in my eyes dim.