by Emma Bush 2015
Once I was nothing more than a drop of rain
up high in the sky ,
yet to feel the pain of change…
just a drop dripping and
towards that impressive ground,
down below ,
where I watched all the other raindrops go.
Perhaps I don’t know as much as I think I do though,
because when a cold front moved in then
POOF I WENT!
I’m snow! Now float like a parachute !
I did spins in the air as I came down,
and whimsical loopty-loops.
I took my time.
I’m acutely aware there is no rewind.
While I was drifting
the wind kept on lifting me!
I decided to dream of the life
I wanted to live.
So many things
I wanted to do and be,
and so many things my eyes have wanted to see,
and as I was coming down
to that ever intimidating ground
I could SEE
what it was and how it was gonna be!
But I didn’t land as I planned,
sometimes fate plays a hand.
Fast was my crash,
so quiet-not loud,
landing in snow
was like landing in clouds.
But now I fear trouble creeps
cause nothing is going to be able to keep me
from rolling down this hill….
on a precipice so high
over looking shining lights
and in the distance is the sea ,
at this very instance,
this incline is so steep!
I’M A SNOWBALL!
Redefining the word free fall.
Down down down-
that was my head
and that was my heals,
over and over down that hill I cartwheeled.
The more I tumbled
the less I could feel.
All that I was aware of was my size
as at this point I’m afraid I may hurt or compromise
something or someone else
I don’t wish to hurt anyone’s pride.
As this has been happening
I snagged my toe on a ball of string.
Dear me! Oh my!
I find inside my snowball string,
So in your lie I’m now lying,
doesn’t seem fair ,
this doesn’t seem like living,
As my twirling world is spiraling
and I’m somersaulting
down this thing
I’m just getting more tied and knotted up in this ball of string!
I was spending all my time hoping to break my fall,
it turns out I’ve got so much string and snowball ,
as I get closer to the city
i can more clearly see
that when this snowball finally
comes to a stop and gets some rest
It’s going to be one big
huge gigantic slushy snowball mess
and it may leave many feeling regret or duress.
Because you can’t have a snowball
string of lies without causing pain on arrival.
We should all compromise and call it survival.