The Ride

The start is slow

It is all ahead of me

I am able to dream as it rolls along

Gentle hills and wide turns

Slight jolt as I realize its speeding up

I'm captivated as things begin to quickly pass by

The hills are growing and coming more rapidly

My heart races with the vision of what may be

My heart skips with the knowledge of how this ride may end

I close my eyes trying to remember each curve, each hill

My eyes fly open as I feel a strong jolt back

The hills are too high

The curves are too sharp

I am frozen with fear

I want this ride to end

I try to scream yet am unable to even whisper

As it tops the highest peak yet

The thought of not surviving this is over-whelming

Then I feel a hand on mine

We go into the fall

The ride is not over but I now know I can make it to the end

Just don't let go

Cat

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