I'm spiraling in a circle.
Up and down and in between.
Comforting and hectic,
Faster than what can be seen.
Soemtimes I am at the the top of the world,
Some days I'm at the bottom.
Yes, I can be both.
But it depends.
Lately, I've been down.
And can't get up.
Not without a hand.
And I have two.
Of a strong, sweet friend.
My knight in shining Aeropostale.
Picking me up.
But I'm stuck.
I just can't move.
I must help myself.
But I don't know how.
Linda Claire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirals-3/
