We were children Spinning until We got too dizzy And we’d fall down Laughing in a tizzy With little To no concern About the ensuing Nausea Now just nostalgia And as adults The spiraling We take on Still nauseates Yet we no longer laugh We throw up Our hands In disbelief About just how painful The spinning can be When all we want Is to be still With those who fill Our hearts To remind us Of those parts Of us That used to be Free
9/23/22 3:35 PM
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