50-Word Poem: I panicked because I’d seen it as a log ride

I panicked because I’d seen it as a log ride: 
gently meandering then climbing
it’ll go down, no turning back
triggering fight or flight

now I see it as an escalator ride: 
slow and steadily climbing
the stairs keep moving forward
after they have brought you to a higher level

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Bonjour ! I’ll continue to write about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, and postcards, but to change things up a bit, I will also share a 50-word poem each day in the month of January!

These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older. Feel free to share your experience or feelings about aging in the comments below.

Thanks for reading!

This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).