Tripping over Shadows

Dark shadows raise their head 

Creeping out of the wooden beams of my fragile existence 

Taking a few steps into the sun, I trip over those shadows that have devoured me in my past 

Reducing me to a shell of empty space and a universe of internal strife 

Mixed messages emanate from my being as I fight a battle and yet submit on the very next breath

Black shadows go away! Dark shadows, if you please, No, rather, evil shadows, I demand (!) let me be!

Tears of Joy and Strife

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Extreme Tale.”

It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
Thinking of these lines
First thoughts in my mind –

I hate it, I love it
When web services do not work
It can bring me to my knees
Why oh why oh please!

Troubleshoot and analyze
Sleep a luxury, no time to eat
Life comes to a halt
Because I have code that doesn’t run!

Managers, deadlines, clients
Breathing down my neck
We have a plan, don’t you know
Yeah I know, and I have code that doesn’t run!

What to do, what to do?
Calm down, breathe, make some tea
I have no time to sleep
Until finally

Sweet finally
After days and nights
Tears and strife
A few changes here and there

And we have success!
Oh sweet code, alive
I have a result!
Tears of joy, fall to my knees

Highs and lows
Moods and swings
Roller coaster work
Roller coaster life