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By Colleen WaltersPublished 20 days ago Updated 20 days ago 2 min read

You thought you had me

So did I though

I made it through going

straight up to the top

kinda

I'm scared of heights

little did I know that the lifting

up to the top was the easy part

that may have been the longest

three minutes in my entire life

I had no idea I could grip anything

that tight

there was no chance of any

dignity or composure

whatsoever

I was in survival mode

three minutes of a gripping workout

that would have given Chuck Norris

a run for his money

three minutes of flexing every muscle

I have, ever had or ever will have

I'm sure my brain though we were

in a disaster of epic proportions

It didn't get to see anything

I had my eyes so tightly shut that

they probably shrunk a little

my eyelids were hanging on for dear life

I have fallen out of trees

had horses buck me off

fall with me

fall on me

kick me

bite me

and none of it prepared me for the

Cobra's Curse

I ask you

what kind of sadistic person came up

the idea of strapping people into a cart

and slamming them around

for three minutes in a fight for survival?

when it went backwards I regained

a shred of what composure was left

which quickly left my body with

the next maneuver

I'm pretty sure parts of my body went

separate ways on some of the

fun movements

I'm not sure

my eyes were shut and I was just

trying to survive by then

I was just hoping they'd

all make it through in one piece

and back where they belonged

when the ride finally rolled to a stop

I checked to make my body parts

were all still with me

and checked to see if my handprints

were etched into the restraint

and then stood up and exited the cart

under my own power

amazed that I was able to still walk

I followed the little kids out who

were somewhere on the ride...

I lived to tell my story

and now I have decided to go back

and ride that thing until I'm

not gripping tight enough to

squeeze a hippo in half

until I can keep my eyes open 👀

I was made to bruise the head

the head of the serpent

even if it's a cobra.

my first roller coaster ride

will not be my last

I'm not a quitter

although maybe...

nope

I'm riding that sadistic thing again

until I conquer it.

🌸

Author's Note: ah, now I know what the ride is like lol

I obviously didn't videotape it...

humorMental Healthperformance poetryStream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Colleen Walters

Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough. ❤️

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  • Aarsh Malik20 days ago

    Beyond the ride, this feels like a metaphor for confronting fear head-on. The closing resolve transforms panic into empowerment giving the piece a strong emotional arc..

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