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Subject: Unstable

Author: Janel

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:06:38 01/19/08 Sat Unstable I am a chair with one leg shorter than the rest, I wobble back and forth and I tip back quite easily; I am unstable. I am a tree, toppled over by the wind, leaning on the neighbor trees, ready to fall at any given moment; I am unstable. I am a farmhouse abandoned in a field, my roof is gone and my walls lean sharply to the right, old and condemned; I am unstable. I am a branch hanging on by a sliver, struck by lightning, I sway left and right, moving with the breeze, staring at the ground, preparing to crash; I am unstable. This is how I feel, unstable in the wind, for my emotions are out of order, at any given moment I could break down and burst into tears, for no reason at all. One minute I am smiling, laughing and generally feeling like myself, but the next I am crying, upon my knees in the dark. For the moment this is my life, I have more downs than I do ups, I never know when it will strike, or when the tears will break on through. It could be late at night or early in the morn, I could be in the middle of a conversation, without warning I may fall prey to the darkness, I may collapse in despair. I am the chair wobbling back and forth, I am the tree toppled over in the wind, I am the condemned farmhouse and I am the branch hanging by a sliver; I am unstable. © jah [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]