Pattern of My Life

Life for me is a zig zag
Lots more zag than zig
At the top of the zig I get dizzy
At the bottom of the zag I
s
a
g

The pattern continues in more ways than one
Like a bothersome stitch,
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
In some knitting I’ve done.

The ups and the downs make me nauseous
I’m sure that wasn’t the plan
When the cloth was cut for my life
The template was meant to read, can

I could draw a parallel with chaos
Nod sagely and say “that’s right”
For the lines in my life have been scribbles
And the dots have never been bright.

Now I’m almost at the end of my tether
And the rope is getting quite tight
All that I hope for is the dignity
Of walking vertically into the light.