day fifty-eight: finding it hard to breathe.

it's been a year

packed to the brim

with change

and unexpected

losses and gains

and it's been a coster

the rolling kind

that keeps your tummy

in your throat

and makes you want

to go again

because your heart

only pumps that way

when you're riding

all the loops and turns

with feet dangling

flying, literally, by the seat

of your pants

that is my day

my month

my year

and i'm still finding it

hard to breathe

in this thick atmosphere

filled with choices

and decisions

that only i shall make

and i can decided

my foolish fate

and i'll make my bed

and jump on it

i'll have my cake

and give it to the homeless

because it's not normal

to never "grow up"

it's not the "norm"

and now the "norm"

is chaos and change

and i'll join the ranks

i'll hop on the coaster

i'll let the adrenaline burst

through my red red veins

and rock the canoe

just to be with you

and to choose on my own

what i'll do

i'm still finding it

hard to breathe

in this decision filled

reality.