Rollercoaster

Whoever said

that life is an emotional

rollercoaster

was brilliant. 

Ups and

downs, 

right

and left,

at a breakneck 

pace.

Sometimes it's a smooth ride,

and then the hill approaches

and up and down

I go.

I've got whiplash,

I'm screaming in exhilaration,

pain,

excitement,

fear, 

all at once.

Emotions, like

potholes in a dirt 

road,

bump me up and

then down again.

When will I 

get off?

---z.w.

Showers

There's something about
spring showers
that make me feel
alive.
It's warm,
but the rain is cool.
The sun is shining,
but the rain comes down.
Maybe it's the stark difference
between the two.
Drizzling wet and 
burning bright.
The light shines through 
the storm, fog hangs 
somewhere in the air.
The sun continues 
to do its job, regardless 
of the water pouring from the heavens.
Why is the rain
so magical?
Maybe it's because you can see the sun,
not just know it's shining
somewhere behind the clouds.
Perhaps seeing is believing--
or belief is strengthened by sight.
They're beautiful, these
showers.

Broken Dreams

Broken dreams,

like angels with broken wings,

I can't fly,

trying to keep myself

off the ground.

I'm falling,

I'm failing, 

everything I do 

crumbles beneath me.

My wings can't hold me 

much longer.

How long before

we break under the pressure

of trying to fit in?

I know I'm unique and 

beautiful, 

but maybe I want to be

like the others.

Why don't they accept me?

Am I not good enough

for them?

Questions run through my head

like cars running off the road.

Derailed.

Fatal.

My wings aren't working.

--z.w.

Forgotten

I guess it's really easy

to forget about me.

My friends

seem to not remember

that I even exist.

I know nothing about

all the fun they've had

and I find out when they're done.

I'm forgettable,

expendable,

replaceable.

I'm ignored,

forgotten,

left out.

And I pretend not to care,

but I do.

Surprised?

You shouldn't be.

I'm human too.

--z.w.