I’ve touched both the sky and the depths
of a fiery hell, fire licking at a strained heart,
pushed to the limit with a pendulum of emotions.
I have swung high up on a high wire with no net,
and stuck my tongue out in glee, catching those
snowflakes of happiness, icy with promise;
pricks of crystal sharp joy elevating me further up
into a brilliantly azure sky welcoming my ascent.
Then I dipped into the smoky and dark pits,
lit only by the flashes of brimstone and hellfire,
choking back that drowning feeling as the soot
from a clash and disaster initiated by my mind
rapidly rams itself down into my lungs,
catching me slipping and hanging on too tightly,
pricked repeatedly by a frozen fear.
This pendulum swings peculiarly, dipping from forth,
hurtling towards back, with no clear indication
when it will settle back into forth,
back into the brilliance of that blue.