Euphoric Feeling

Words come upon a time of magic
and exploitation within a mind
that grows weary
each day a tear drop falls.

Anxiety messages
driving recklessly
on a one way road
to my soul, medication
street lights are not working
as good as they used to.

This coffee I drink
needs to be stronger
each morning because
the limbs that hold the mug
shake every now and then.

Flashing red lights
in my metabolism
have become manic,
reminding me I'm a
grandmother now-

and that young girl
with her hair blowing
around wheat fields
has long gone...

I desire one more frolic
in the hay barn, alas
my husband couldn't make it up the
ladder and to be honest, neither could I.

But the road map in my mind
is leading me there- and I'm going.

I just dont know
if Ill survive the euphoric feeling
of being young again, just one more time.