Hi there! Please enjoy this little poem that I wrote this evening.
I am forever spinning, dizzy,
Losing my footing and tripping
Over life as if I’m attempting
To walk on ice without skates, and all
Around me I see these figures seemingly gliding
Effortlessly; it may be
An illusion, but all I know
Is I’m a mess, falling to the floor
Again, getting
To my feet again, one step
Forward, another two back,
Landing on my knees, head bent toward
The ground; if I don’t
Stand up, I know, somehow,
The ice will crack and leave me
Flailing around for solid ground
That can’t be found.
A Teacup Full of Stories 