Thursday, September 30, 2004

Caught in the Middle

Stirring, whirling, spinning glass
Round and round we go
When the exit comes around
How am I to know?

Twirling, blurring, rolling walls
Tummy feeling weak
Dizzy head and knocking knees
Opening I seek!

Slowing, stopping, getting off!
Happy to be free!
Revolving doors are meant for those
With fearless pedigree.

Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson

1 comment:

spurgins311 said...

I like this one...reminds me of my marriage (of 30 years). It has been over for 7 years. I finally found the opening...and I am happy to be FREE.