Hills and valleys, turns and twists,
we are strapped into this ride
each mountain climbed attests to glory
every cog, part of our story.
Such a ride, hard to resist!
The clickety-clack of well-used track
echoes through the wooden rails
And though it seems we’ve just begun
our days of youth now come undone.
But still we chug to scale the hills,
another dip, another turn
so often fears are amplified…
climb aboard, or just exist?
Valiantly, I choose the ride!
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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