It was happening more and more.
My mind spun,
I had to stop, take my bearings.
Focusing on a definite object was challenging
I knew what I wanted but it kept fading away.
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow!
No!
Don’t go there.
There were wheels, spinning, interlocking,
Confusion had raised its ugly head
I was locked in
Trapped
It was easy to curl up
Feel it wash over me
For when you’re powerless
Doing nothing is a safe option.
You become part of the kaleidoscope
You’re mixed in,
Bits of you are separated
There’s no reality
You’re here, you’re there
You’re everywhere.
The arms that hold me,
Care that I exist
They take me to her breast,
Nurturing my soul
Asking nothing of me.
Taking my hand
She leads me home.
“Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to follow.”
Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2024/04/04/reenas-xploration-challenge-325/
Morpethroad 
Oh Michael this is so profound and deep.
Thank you Sadje, you are very kind..
Its a pleasure ☺
This lamb is scary. Excellent take, Michael!
Thanks so much Reena, lovely to see you again.
A thought-provoking and brilliantly written piece, Michael.
Excellent take.
“Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to follow.”