Those little things you do,
When all things in your life are meant to fall...
It takes a toll on mind and soul,
Calling me to stand.
Fight or flight a common ordeal,
When times are troubling and seas are getting rough...
The waves hit riffs as sharp and cliffs,
Telling me to stand tough.
Freefall...
Can't feel
squealing
with delight
Centered again and following through,
While I cry the night away to rid me of this wall...
It breaks my will but does not kill,
Stalling with my hand.
Fight or flight the words might heal,
As apologies and words are just not enough...
Even when I goof up and have no proof,
Welling up with grand stuff.
Slow slide...
I move slow,
the flow so free
and smooth.
