Spinning

I’m spinning around

About to fall down

The world is a blur

All morphed into one.

I try to desist

But the more I resist

The harder it gets

Succumb to the spin.

Continual chaos

Is raging within

Can’t make sense of life

Wherever I spin.

I want it to stop

To distinguish between

The black and the white

The red and the green.

I cry out in fear

And shed a stray tear

It’s too much confusion

For one spinning girl.

So dizzy, I stumble

And fall to the ground

You reach down a hand

And utter a sound.

“Stand up my dear Princess

Stop spinning around

Hold tight onto Me

And soon you’ll be free.”

I followed in awe

And thereafter saw

A beautiful sight

A city, gold bright.

He led me inside

Through vast pearly gate

Then smiled and said

“My child, you’re home.”