I remember when I was young
My life was like a ride on a swing
And my heart it always sung
With the joy the ups would bring.

But when the swing would ride down
My heart would no longer soar
It was almost unsettling
The depression overtaking my core.

The swing would go up
The swing would go down
Fill up my cup
And then pour it out.

Unnerving
Exhilarating
Painful
Complicating.

Up and down
Happy and sad
Continuous motion
From good to bad.

But little did I know
A swing ride isn't forever
You can easily jump off
And release your tether..

To the ups and downs.