As the slide begins

As the slide begins

The slippage

A little less than gradual

The helter-skelter

Once started

Has only one way

Left to go

Even as the grip

You hold

On the safety rail

Is roughly wrested

From your fingers

There is a certain sweetness

To the fear

The scream you hear

Is from the child

You hide within

Still trying to have fun

Never forget

The feeling of dreaming

Wishing for Christmas

Dancing on the ceiling

Take a moment

To decide

If life is a slow train

Coming

Down the track

Or a skydive

In free fall

After all

It is, as normal is

To have a soupcon

Of free flowing doubt

Even when you have

A safety chute

To bail you out.