Spinning

I can’t help but to lose

my balance. I stand still,

but the world around me

won’t stop spinning. I can’t

focus or see straight. I hope

it’s not too late to experience

stability. I flew to close to

the sun, and I found myself

in the eye of the tornado.

Sometimes, I wish I never

learned to fly. I’m in the center

of a carousel, and it’s hard to

tell, but those on the horses.

look like people. They are

memories manifest. Its happening

all to fast, and I start to feel dizzy.

To have clarity is to have peace.

It’s hard to describe this feeling.

I close my eyes and hope for

the best; I hope to find balance.

I will one day. I know the world

will stop spinning, and these

racing thoughts will go away.

I know it believe it will be okay.