Motionless, I Spin

Somber, this intrusion,
me immobilized –
fear mounting, fuming
common odours triggering
paranoia – fruits
of a prolific dreamer,
buried in withdrawal,
work in progress,
loose clutter,
getting nowhere

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

17 thoughts on “Motionless, I Spin”

    1. Thank you. In my situation, I suffer from a disease which renders me motionless from time to time, literally unable to get out of bed. It is these times that make me spin.


  1. Ah the beauty of poetry that helps us poetically embrace these things that most tend to ignore or run from! This raw and transparent surrender, acceptance shows your great courage to embrace and grow! 😀 ❤

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