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Life’s Rollercoaster

Bent, not broken

By Colleen Millsteed Published about a year ago 1 min read
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Slammed by a single thought,

A thought that wipes off any smile,

Heart racing, a deep ache of the soul,

Pain that lasts quite awhile.

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Doubt creeps in around the edge of the subconscious,

Questions rally and run on repeat,

Wondering if the decisions are wisely chosen,

Suddenly hesitant, can’t face the heat.

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What was the original thought thinking?

Blindly following distant dreams,

Is it a mistake?

Possibly overthinking, it seems.

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Echoes surrender over the worries,

Seldom taking reality and slapping its face,

Tomorrow is where the unknown persists,

Locking in a humbling pace.

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Joy stolen; excitement the last runner over the line,

Overwhelming list of all to be done,

Hard work wearing a groove in time,

Demolishing the possibility to come.

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Trust, a work in progress,

A head once buried deep within the sand,

Has the strength deserted or lay forgotten?

Lagging behind for what the future has planned.

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Shivers of anxiety rule the head,

Forging tracks that shatters the heart,

Deep breaths unfettering a bosom,

As fears stumble around blindly in the dark.

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Eyes stare at all possible problems,

Determination darting out of view,

Tears revolving on a wheel of sorrow,

As an old life is discarded, leaving emotions askew.

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Terror rides sagging shoulders,

A hard taskmaster of whips and chains,

Beaten bloody, bent not broken,

Left standing tall with what fight remains.

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    Now that was extremely powerful! Loved your poem, my friend!

  • Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago

    Loved this all too relatable poem! It seems that our thoughts can be overrun by anxious overthinking thoughts!

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    Anxiety and overthinking, what a combo. Well done, my friend.

  • Shirley Belkabout a year ago

    Colleen this is from a warrior's heart! Life's battles make us that way. We get up to fight again. Find your rest and peace though, soldier.

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