Spinning

By Wendy : Shywalker

My mind is a revolving door of emotions,
a door spinning out of control.

Each new turn, confuses me,
and with its rotations, my bearings are lost.

The anger that hides,
prickling beneath my skin.

The irritation of past and present pain,
bringing it to the surface, raw and bleeding.

My elation at our rebirth; father and son,
my desolation takes over; abandoned again.

This spinning door, gives me no direction,

Where do I get off?