Falling off the wagon
Is very easy to do
The road is incredibly bumpy
And it's hard to hold on
The fall isn't far to the ground
And things you like
Are scattered far and wide
It's so simple to give in
And stay for a while
So we do we keep climbing back on?
What is driving us to try again?
It could be inner fire
Or maybe a certain stubbornness
Someone told us we'd never
Maybe thought it impossible
And whilst the climb is high
And the seat narrow
We carry on bumping along
The end goal is always in sight
Tantalisingly near yet far
Just work a little harder
Take a little longer
Graft a little bit further
And you'll reach the promise land
Where the perfect people live
With a spot just for you
All you have to do is stay on
But that wagon...
It jolts and it bucks
It writhes and it wriggles
It stalls and collapses
It breaks down and catches fire
It's uncomfortable
It's too hot and too cold
It takes too long
It's too hard
The impossible goal
Stretches impossibly far
It's okay says the angel
You tried your best
It's okay says the devil
You were never gonna make it
It's okay says the family
We love you just the same
But you...
You get back on that wagon.
One more time!
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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