sometimes I feel like I’m dying,
sometimes I feel like I’m coming alive,
sometimes I don’t feel like trying,
sometimes I feel like I’m touching the sky
it’s a long road, growing,
with ups and downs and turnarounds,
it’s a hard grind, knowing
if I’m building it up or tearing it down
state of flux, no way to tell
whether I’m sinking, or whether all’s well,
muddle through is all I can do,
until the truth lights up my view ….
…. that’s when the walls fall,
and I break through.



I can identify with your poem, Christine.
ed
My life in a beautiful nutshell.
Elaine K
Oh, thank you Ed. Thank you Elaine.