A person could get whiplash from all the
going and coming going on. It's like
the threshold is a revolving door, the
centrifugal force pulls me under like
a whirlpool and a feeling I don't like
overwhelms. I'm slightly dizzy headed
and I'm waiting for the air to clear like
after a warm summer rain. I'm headed
into the center where my wrong-headed
thoughts can't just whirl me around anymore.
Please pick one direction to be headed
in, couldn't you, I don't want any more
vertigo, but I don't know which I want more,
freedom or safety, I can't take much more.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020


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