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.
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.
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.
What goes up
must come down.
What goes right
has never left.
Some never come
down when they
go up and away.
Those lucky enough
come down with
a new found love
for the sky above.
Hills and valleys –
streets and alleys –
sad and happy;
we must feel it
all when we fall.
When we slip up,
we must never
look down. Look
around, and think
of those climbing
the same mountain.
Don’t hesitate to wait. Good things
come to those who wait. Divine
powers scour at those who rush.
Those who rush can lose touch
of the things that mean the most.
Just wait. You will see a new start.
You will write many more pages,
poems, letters, and texts about,
and to all the people you knew.
Patience is a virtue, so just wait
for tomorrow to come. Just wait
until this day is done because
the best part has yet to come.