On a merry-go-round of perception on a tall prancing, painted horse,
Shifting patterns of movement and thoughts are fleeting swiftly by,
Recesses of memories, flying by with odd faces, I try to stay the course.

Tightening my grip on leather straps, I can remember those days gone by,
A small, speedy heart is pumping, as anxiety spreads through this child,
Did they disappear into the fading crowd, I can’t get down but franticly I try.

The ride a dance of shaky inspections of myself now folded and tossed,
Around and around I go while searching for a glimpse of their two faces,
Once again, my insides turn to cinders as I fear I have been intentionally lost.

by JKC 7/29/19

2 thoughts on “Merry-Go-Round

  1. It’s unfortunate that what could potentially be such a beautiful memory turned into another anxious and traumatic experience, and having to rely on that dysfunction would make anyone crazy. Thank God you survived, and thanks again for sharing it so beautifully!

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I am very blessed that I am not only surviving but am a happy an functioning adult. Not everyone is so fortunate.

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