Amusement Park Visit

I once visited a hastily thrown together
amusement park. Now I pass them by,
knowing there’s nothing there for me.
I have no use for death-defying rides
designed to scare the fuck out of me
in the middle of a sea of empty parking
spaces. I have visited one of those drive-thru
type of scenes but I’ve never visited a
hastily put together type of love. I know
the rides at one of those things, the ones
set up in parking lots will only make me
sick. One ride for sure took me way up high
before suddenly dropping me down low.
Like it briefly saw value in me
but just as quickly changed its mind.
Instead of telling me, it took me on a ride
whose sole purpose was to entertain me
while making me feel like shit.
I’ve never wanted the schizophrenic
type of feeling that comes with that type of love—
the one that makes me happy only some of the time
and leaves me feeling empty most of the time.
Like the empty feeling that comes over me
when I’m suddenly carried way up high and
just as quickly I’m being dropped down low
on a ride that is surely here today – it’s
not a mirage—but may not be around tomorrow.

Peace & Love,

amusement park ride
Photo courtesy of Fox News


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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