So since high school English class when I was forced to for a grade, I have been writing short stories and poems sporadically. It has been nice, and now I am wanting to share a few of them with those I love.
I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them.
I've been to Underland and made it back again,
But have no fear, tisn't so scary--the upside down world.
I shed my tears when I hit my head,
But my heart was where I felt the hurt,
The pain it wound around my head as a ribbon of color and stars.
Up my eyes to rest on a door--a way forward;
Is there any other way?
Through the door or up the hole from which I fell,
And as I went there they were, the objects of my memories.
The things I passed, they tell a tale that makes me twinge from the everyday.
So forward it is and through the door I go.
On the other side, another world,
A brand new life to be discovered--to start all over.
In smoke and mist appear my trials: a cat, a queen, and a caterpillar,
Some old, some new, but real as day.
Chorus:
Falling down,
Spinning round,
Topsy turvy,
Upside down,
Holding on,
Letting go,
and Reaching out.
I overcame; I made it through,
Each test one step toward my goal.
And now the trick no mind can master no lights, no flashes, no sleight of hand,
To take them both and go ahead;
Two lives I've lived: one right side up, on up-side down.
Out I came on the other side,
I rose again to the world I knew.
The sky is up, the earth is down,
My world is righted,
My life continues.
But have no fear, tisn't so scary--the upside down world.
I shed my tears when I hit my head,
But my heart was where I felt the hurt,
The pain it wound around my head as a ribbon of color and stars.
Chorus:
Falling down,
Spinning round,
Topsy turvy,
Upside down,
Holding on,
Letting go,
and Reaching out.
Falling down,
Spinning round,
Topsy turvy,
Upside down,
Holding on,
Letting go,
and Reaching out.
Up my eyes to rest on a door--a way forward;
Is there any other way?
Through the door or up the hole from which I fell,
And as I went there they were, the objects of my memories.
The things I passed, they tell a tale that makes me twinge from the everyday.
Chorus:
Falling down,
Spinning round,
Topsy turvy,
Upside down,
Holding on,
Letting go,
and Reaching out.
Falling down,
Spinning round,
Topsy turvy,
Upside down,
Holding on,
Letting go,
and Reaching out.
So forward it is and through the door I go.
On the other side, another world,
A brand new life to be discovered--to start all over.
In smoke and mist appear my trials: a cat, a queen, and a caterpillar,
Some old, some new, but real as day.
Chorus:
Falling down,
Spinning round,
Topsy turvy,
Upside down,
Holding on,
Letting go,
and Reaching out.
I overcame; I made it through,
Each test one step toward my goal.
And now the trick no mind can master no lights, no flashes, no sleight of hand,
To take them both and go ahead;
Two lives I've lived: one right side up, on up-side down.
Out I came on the other side,
I rose again to the world I knew.
The sky is up, the earth is down,
My world is righted,
My life continues.
A map in my hand,
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