Like a seal in a six-pack of rings, the more I pull,
The more restricted my movements become.
The 360 degrees of escape dwindle,
The spinning compass cracked, seeking direction.
I need a savior, one with a Swiss Army knife of tools,
A knife to cut through the bindings,
A bottle opener to release the pressure,
A nail file to smooth the rough edges.
With their aid, I could breathe again,
I could remember that we’re okay,
The monster in the mirror would fade,
And you, no longer an image of my fears.
What’s real and what’s in my mind?
Are my memories tainted by the scratched record on repeat?
Let’s save our money, find solace in an easy chair,
And allow music to sing her song.
A song of love, rebirth, hope,
A reminder that it’s truly okay.
The waves within me are there, and they’re still,
As the sky clears, darkness unveils the lights.
The purest and sharpest whites, blues, and yellows,
A mesmerizing display that captivates the soul.
Indeed, it’s a good day to be alive,
To embrace the beauty in every hue.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 