Poem.

I want to come down off this ride

But suppressions lead to depression that is so alive

I confide in my mind, I haven't cried with my eyes

But I can weep with my heart

It all starts at the part where Im here, then I'm there

Refraining from mind breaking heart fractures

Cause my life has been nothing like peaceful green pastures

No lesson from no pastor, my vices have been opened like a box made from alabaster

I've defied gravity because I've been so high that my feet weren't alive but my arms touched the sky which is infinite like the magnificent love of God

Wrong of me to use come parallels, but if thats my description let me use my own comparisons to tell

But yes, I've been high

Both literally, and figuratively

Both mentally & spiritually

Both legally and illegally

Then I've been low

Burdens in tow

Im usually stuck right in the middle

Finding peace, which is often little, yet so big to me