the knife edge

between darkness and light,

death and life.

I am caught in a whirlpool,
a roller coaster ride
hurtling between

the ups and the downs.

I was enjoying my soul's sunshine,

now the storm clouds gather again.
this relentless see saw
an infernal rocking horse.
I am running with the bulls
shooting the rapids
without life jacket or raft.
So I find myself in
silent solitude,
sitting out the darkness
waiting for the sun.