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.

Memory Lane

Today, the car is in cruise control.
I take it slow and go with the flow.
Today, I take a ride down Memory
Lane. I revisit past pain and travel
through time frames: different days.
I unravel. I tear up gravel to navigate
an unknown fate. I carry weight;
I talk to my shadows: old versions
of myself. Sometimes, I ask them
for help – words of advice. Miles
into Memory Lane, I face pain
and embrace joy all the same.
I see old friends of mine the way
they were before I last saw them.
I notice houses I used to live in;
I recognize yards I used to play in.
I begin to see places I have been.
Today, I met with Father Time
and rode down Memory Lane
before any new memories came.



Swamped

Engulfed in life,
work;
there is hardly time
to play. Most of us
don’t see the signs.
Flooded with emotions –
swamped
with stress. The day
leaves us
drenched, and we must
dry off
before the next morning.
Soaked and sad,
we can’t help to feel
bad. We do our best
to avoid
drowning in life’s sea.
I don’t choose to carry
this weight. It must
be fate.
Swamped.
Drenched. Flooded.
I choose to not run
from the water that
always comes.

Weightless

Often times, I am floating
with nothing to hold me down.
I feel weightless like a feather
in just about any weather.
I feel weightless, yet I carry
all this weight. Sometimes,
I wonder how I can rid myself
of all bad things that remain.
The pain and anguish will soon
parish. I can feel myself become
light as negative thoughts rot.
My body will continue to drive
just as long as I want to ride.

The Weight of Words

These words carry weight
only I can feel. There’s a heavy load
not easily shown. The pain you cause
is all too real. Your words weigh a lot,
although I do not. I feel awfully heavy,
but I’m moving steady. I hope to lose
this weight when I’m ready.
This weight has made me stronger
as your words help me now.
No matter what is said,
I don’t feel pressure. I don’t feel
this heavy load as I walk this road.
I’m used to this weight; it must be fate.
Your words may be heavy, but not to me.
I know these words will set me free.