The Spiral

Spinning.

The world below is foggy and unclear.

Stuck in this spiral of sky and the wavering of this life.

I grasp and reach for something.

I beg my feet to find the ground.

But they don't.

I am dizzy.

My head feels heavier than my shoulders.

The heavy will turn to numb soon.

I need to make it till night.

At night the heavy fades into nothing.

I feel nothing.

Am I nothing?

Spinning.

My head.

My heart.

My hands.

The spiral continues.

Pain.

Pain is grounding.

It is a rope to the ground.

I pull down.

But still I spin.

And the rope breaks.

And then I break.

A million pieces of me spin in the storm.

The sky is clear but my mind is not.

Day should be my friend.

Day means the sun.

The sun means light.

Light means the numb goes away.

Light means I made it.

I will make it till night.

And I will make it till day.

Light is hope.

Hope is freedom.

Freedom is peace.

Peace is ground.

I stop spinning.