Turmoil sending waves of dizziness
Swirling through many holes in the mind,
Surging whitecap waters rushing me,
Words tumbling around, I am so blind.
A hand is reaching out from afar
I try to grasp, am slipping away,
Drowning in water fathoms too deep,
Order the words right, what do they say?
Cannot breathe, sleep now dear one in peace,
Alone now in thoughts that make no sense,
Just float away and let it take me,
Had many thoughts don’t know where they went.
Found some calm waters farther out there
Then hit hard with another big wave,
No clarity, strength is ebbing fast,
I reached out and gave then again gave.
Cannot find anything firm enough,
Dangling above, feet are not on ground
Nothing to reach for, nothing stands firm,
Cannot find the way to turn around.
Bubbling essence of sounds far away,
What’s possible, what is what is not,
Is it my own call, my very voice,
What is the right way, what have I got?
No chance ahead, no buoy near by,
Nothing to hold on to stay afloat,
Is something appearing from the shore,
Try to open eyes, chances remote.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns