Plunging Down, Bobbing Up
On the heels of yesterday’s happiness and gratitude for the year gone by comes the following thought:
What is one supposed to do when someone comes so close that when they take even a step away, it makes one feel that they have gone too far?
And what is one supposed to do when someone goes so far that if they took even one step closer, one would think, come on just one more step, it’s not so far?
Oscillating between depths and heights,
Swinging between highs and lows,
Struggling to keep my head above water,
My heart insists on being morose.
I try hard, so hard, not to reach out, not to ask,
Am I going to lose this battle today?
Just a little more courage, just a bit more,
No one will see my tears, but for a while I might need a mask.