I Walk the Line

How do you cope when time is tossed,

Objects flying, night is day, grief is a shadow,

Anger is air?

I feel like a nervous acrobat.

Unsteady, unsure, teetering.

Too much. It’s overwhelming.

I need a mantra to steady my steps.

And eureka. They appear, like miracles.

Saved by the bell.

Three words will save this world

from

falling

down.

“Watermelon Sugar High.”

Watermelon Sugar High!

-Pamela, not acting my age and I don’t care

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