Everything In-Between

by Tedria Smith

When things are good it reminds
            Me of the sweetest cotton candy

Dissolving on my tongue,
            But when things are low

It’s like the storm with the sharpest lightening
            Shocking us both as the thunder roars

Beneath the darkest clouds.
            Why can’t things always be easy?

Like the refreshing crisp spring air
            Dancing around us freely.

I wish our situations could just go away,
            Yet they keep raveling up into a tight ball

That refuses to be undone.
            I’m still tied to you like shoe strings,

Because who said that walking away is so easily done.