As swooping as the Rollercoaster
my heart hangs in fearful suspended news
that fills these 'purple days'.
Days that bring shattered dreams,
only the strongest mind can hold.
My laughter becomes an echo that teeters on the edge
as I snap and break at disclosures strewn around.
My heart bleeds to dissolve this anger
which knows no bounds and as unruly as my mind.
Soaring high into this shimmering mosaic sky,
I hang on like a child that screams into the wind,
as these punishing swoops, turn into views as
fragile and as consuming as this Rollercoaster life.
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