Spin
Do not stop
Focus on your starving fingers
Feel all else fade before your
Selfish existence.
Your eyes start to roll
You are trapped in this dance
Like the stepmothers who choose to
Wear iron shoes and still
Take elegant steps.
Your feet are naked
You feel this mad world
Turning you
Around and around
Until you do not know yourself
Your name is jumbled letters.
It strikes you
Allows you to center yourself
It is you
Not the world that is
Mad.
Jaya Avendel lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, writing family into fantasy and dabbling in poetry and prose. Her writing has been published at Visual Verse, Free Verse Revolution, and Spillwords Press. She writes at ninchronicles.com.
Brave & Reckless 
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
The Madness – inside or outside?
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A delight to see my piece here! Thank you, Christine. 🙂
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An honor to have it here!
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This is brilliant! There’s a powerful message here for anyone who chooses to hear it.
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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I love it. Especially the imagery that pops into my head when I think of the word spin. And imagine myself spinning. And what that represents.
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Thank you, Lia! Love the way you felt this piece.
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I love it. And I love the word spinning. I imagine myself spinning and the confusion associated with that. And the flow of the poem continues that theme.
(I commented before I don’t know why it hasn’t appeared. So re-commenting)
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This is another example of emotionally strong and relevant poem making!!!! I appreciate your words!! And congrats to you for getting your hard work published!!!
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