The Ridge on No Hill: A Sweet Treat, A Bitter Pill

The Ridge on No Hill,
A Sweet Treat, A Bitter Pill

Laurel Ridge, Laurel Ridge
You’re not my destination,
But you were my bridge.
When I fell down,
I hit the ground.
I was in hell,
And I thought there was no help .
So I took drastic actions
Resulting in fractional factions,
And consterned reactions.

But I don’t care
Because The Ridge is where
I pulled missing pieces
From the air.
I found other souls there
For Whom I deeply care;
Lots of others in pain and tears
I long to wipe or spare.

I had fallen from my tree,
But they showed me
I’m no monstrosity,
Just a complex beauty
In every way shape and form,
Simply shorn and forlorn.

But other than the People
And the whole messy process,
What I love and the Best
That separates it from the Rest
Are its magic doors.

Most of the time
(not ALL of the time),
They’re locked at the right time,
And open to allow flight.

But what speaks to my heart
Is they’re e constantly revolving
As I am constantly evolving. Knowing this fact
Keeps me from an existential panic attack,
Aware I can always come back,
Always embraced and welcomed,
No matter how much I THOUGHT I was done!

So thank you for all you do,
Your vexing multiple buildings,
Some with Astroturf
Some with an Urging Surf;
Your beginnings and endings,
Your many spacious hearts
And many helping hands
More than ALL the King’s horses
And all the King’s men
Helped put THIS Humpty Dumpty
Back together again.

Thanks for showing me
I wasn’t at my end,
I needed some friends.
So Laurels on the Ridge,
I know you love ME,
But I also love YOU.

-Signed a Paradox Fox in Her ‘50s who knows she is Nifty, Vixy, and Amazingly Inner-Pretty

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