Rolling Along

Climbing aboard my childhood,
starting to try new things.
Up the first hill of life,
what will happen next.
Screaming and frightened cries,
my stomach’s in my throat.
Reminds me of my sister’s death,
a long time ago.

My hair blowing in the wind,
as the coaster picks up speed.
Memories blow back
of trips to the beach with friends and family.
The smell of the salts fresh air
and the feel of the sand on my feet.
But then down hill with put-downs and insults,
and up another with romance.

Through a winding twister,
not getting upset about my problems
they slowly unwind.
I come to the end
of the childhood ride.
I’m now stepping onto
the Young adults ride.
All aboard.

By: Kevin Goswell

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