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)