Rise Above

The head is heavy

Eyes unfocused

Lower back needs

Hocus pocus.

Back strap tight

Around the middle

Its Velcro binding

Relief not finding

Blinding rain that comes again

Although the spring has blossomed

Dogwood white and poppy orange.

Blues skies are gone, we lost ‘em.

One last snow, one last kiss

One last blow to let me know

What you see is what you get

Now you know, you haven’t yet

Found the one, the one to love

The one who rises well above

All the others you have had

Its sad to wallow, not be glad

You’ve had more love

Than those who don’t

Take the risk and fall in love

Just forget the ones that won’t, 

So hold on to hope and rise above.  

Laurie b. Ballard  5/14/11