I’m angry and I’m wild
Spinning round and round in circles
It’s the moon, it’s the sun
And it’s everything in between
I’m running and I’m fleeing
But I haven’t moved an inch
It’s the minutes, it’s the hours
As I’m losing precious time
And I’m struggling, I’m flailing
But the shackles hold my feet
Above me circling, circling
The vast expanse of stars
It makes me weary, makes me tired
And I’ve never felt so small
By Meg Sorick, March 15, 2017 (Header Image: Circles in a Circle – Vasily Kandinsky, 1923)