I am warm, hopeful. Bold.
I slip away from that very center.
When the spinning stops, I see that I have wandered far.
And darkness. It is so dark.
And the light finds me again. The freeing, cleansing light finds me. Warmth.
I hear the symphony. I feel his arms. Assurance.
The spinning. It starts again.
The weight is crushing me. It knows me. Yet, he sees me.
she sat quietly.
listening to her heart.
her heart said,
your home is the sky.