Therapy Letters - Words that Heal

| Seventy-Five |

The Rollercoaster of Life

Although life is definitely a sick game,

I believe that life is a rollercoaster.

Why have one up when you can have more?

Why be predictable when you can twist and turn?

Many say they feel lighter than air on a rollercoaster,

Yet some puke or are terrified at the mere mention.

With every down you can always go back up, 

But there's a reason it ends in a flat line. 

Flat lines are always met with two emotions:

The joy of letting go of this horrific world,

And the sadness of leaving so many good memories.

The highs were as spectacular as the lows.

Feelings a whirlwind within you, swirling in circles.

Teasing you, giving you hope, then snatching it away.

Holding your baited breath, waiting for the high to arrive once more.

Some wait forever with everlasting hope,

But many lose sight of the sky and end in the dreaded flat line.

I must hold onto the bleak hope that tells me there's a drop,

 then I must rise again.

 The mere thought is enough to raise me a bit.

Small hills slowly lift me higher and higher

Till I reach my full potential and continue climbing.

The future whispers to me daily, "Press forward. It'll get better. Trust me." 

I must be patient, content with what I have.

When the road drops, I know to look to the sky and future ahead of me,

And dream a dream of a better life.