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:
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.
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