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 is

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 consuming as this Rollercoaster Life.

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