Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

The Lord of light had me in a whirl
My thoughts spun, like a giant Catherine wheel
I am losing my grip on life
I see disaster loom large in the distance
Every now and then, I glimpse a tiny light
In the crack of my mind, I curl into a small ball 
I wonder about my future, my body goes slack
As new thoughts crawl through the black space
My future is being written by a voice in my head
My hope now, is that love is woven into all I do and say…


©AnitaDawes2022