“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The Challenge


You get spun around.
Then try remaining upright.
That is the challenge.

The horizon tilts.
You search for a fixed bearing.
It cannot be found.

Hoping for safety,
you smile through the upheaval
to stave off the tears.

6 comments:

Muffie said...

Spin around? I can barely turn my head without getting dizzy and losing my balance! But I understand this type of emotional and mental spinning -- our equilibrium vanishes!
Peace,
Muff

Gail said...

Hi Judy-
I know the spin and fear of which you so eloquently express through your poem.
Love to you
Gail
peace....

Karen said...

Uggg, the dizzies! I don't smile much when I get those.

Olivia said...

Yup .... i need a shiwer bar i have grabbed the curtain ......like that is gonna keep me upright giggles, hugs, Olivia

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, Gail, and Karen,

A fragile balance is one of my worst symptoms. A feather's touch could send me flying. I know there is a difference between vertigo and dizziness but I frankly don't know what it is. It just feels like spin to me.

Olivia, welcome to my blog. It sounds like you'd better get that shower bar soon. Falls are not a good thing. I have four bars in my shower, one by my commode, and the rest of the house's walls and furniture to keep me upright. Sigh.

Sherri said...

dizzy is new for me... that lightheaded dizzy business...ugh... i dont like it one little bit!