Spiraling

Spiraling

Where do I start?

How do I end?

Where am I going

in circles, in circles

Can't catch a break

or a smile, or a friend

Tell me true, would someone like you

hold me encircled

in sweet, strong arms

hold me close and whisper

"all is well"?

It's Hell! I tell you

when Heaven seems so near

But the fear, it circles

keeping me so tight,

so trembling,

so dis-eased.

It's not that there's someone

who needs to be pleased

by my shame, by my fame

which escaped me,

by my deep prone supplication,

by my pain.

But if I don't please them,

they're sure to shut me down.

I know, you must know

what I mean.

I see you hiding those tears,

acting like fear is the killer

of souls.

What I need to know:

Could someone like you

hold me so tight

make it all right

tell me you care

always be there

deep in the night when I

just need to write

one more freak-out poem?

Could you be a safe home

for my poetry and me

in those times when it

kills me to hide

in circles, in circles?