Spun

The storm is raging again

I can feel the

Spiral taking hold,

This feeling so

Familiar, old

I'm cold

And I try

To stay within

The eye, but

It's so windy,

And I'm weak

From all the everything,

And I'm swept away,

Battered against the walls

Of regret

Of mistakes

Of fear

Of misses,

The life/love I'll never know,

And I'm cycling

Out of control

The storm has taken hold

And I'm in the dark

Trying to pull myself

Out, but I've lost sight

Of why,

And

I

fall

So

Far,

This pit is deep

And I am sinking,

Sobbing

Over all the faults

I see

In myself, in the world,

The future

I don't want to be in.

...

But then I see her…

She meets me where I am

And she smiles at me…

(At me?)

And she's so bright,

She lets the light in,

I can see again

And it's not so bad here.

She pulls

(Effortlessly, gracefully)

And I can see a way out

Of this cycle,

She steadies

And I have a focus–

And I know

I'm not supposed

To depend on

Anyone,

But, oh God

it's been so hard here

Alone.

Yes, I can pull myself up,

But sometimes it's

The loneliness

That sucks

Me in.

...

She moves through me,

Mending the broken pieces

That others left behind

So carelessly,

She does it with ease

Those hurts I thought

Permanent…

No, I know,

No one can ‘fix’ me.

But she holds me while

I work it through–

(And reminds me why

I even want to).

Suddenly, I

Believe

In what it means

To want to see

The sky.