And on the Rollercoaster I Ride...

Well, gosh. It has been awhile. I apologize, but I don't promise to do better. SO much has happened since I last wrote that I'm unsure of where to start, so I usually find in times such as these that my subconscious has some type of creativity in store, so I will write spontaneous poetry and hope it makes sense, and hope it is a poem. lol. Here goes.



Where do you start when you can't begin
I suppose you go to the beginning again
And that was years ago and a different me
So how can I tell you what can no longer be?
When everything is changing then I can't be the same
I know that I am suddenly weary of my name
At of the way it stands today, but all that is ahead of its place
It's too early to explain the smiles on my face
Before you know the trials I explored
The time I spent face down on the floor
Begging God to take it away because I couldn't have it anyway
Walking through my door everyday with anger in my heart
Feeling taken advantage of, lost, and torn apart
I had no where to turn that I would acknowledge
After all you can't get my life just because you went to the same college
And somewhere in all that I snapped
And left it all behind
To help a loved one, and be repaid in kind
The payment came alright, though not the way I hoped
I met the guy I'd always dreamed of, and turns out he couldn't cope
So I gave up again and turned to the friend that lived outside my lines
And what a turn of events that when I spoke to him I find
That my world has expanded it's borders, or maybe his contracted
but suddenly I could have the one to whom my heart was attracted
And now I sit in the palm of his hand
Happy because he is my man
And on the brink of change again, I find myself slightly whelmed
It can't be as good as it sounds
So many things left unsaid from the beginning that is now at end
And the beginning that is begging to start
I find the wanderings are now in my imagination that used to reside in my heart
How's that for a story
Not quite enough?
Well you try it sometime
Telling a story is art, and this is rough
and just beginning, even though technically, it's finally ending.