When Will The Whirling Stop

 

When will the whirling stop and vertigo subside

I wonder where my place is and where I put my life

In self-made seclusion achievements stand like shadows

I can put my fingers on but never really touch

Then somewhere close behind me someone calls my name

If I turn and look who will I see

 

“Turn around. Turn around and see who you are in the light

Turn around and see who you are to me.”

 

When I flee to my museum I have inside my head

I walk halls where joy springs up like something made of lead

I question the curator on construction of new wings

I press him for details and touch a shell of skin

Then somewhere close behind me someone calls my name

If I turn and look who will I see

 

“Come out. Come out and see who you are in the light

Come out and see who you are to me.”

 

I stumble through ruins

Of my own design

And I fall

 

When I favor bruises and seek solitude

I scratch at old habits and open old wounds

I study scars like trophies of pain

Where a whole history in flames inside

Then somewhere close behind me someone calls my name

If I turn and look who will I see

 

“Rise up. Rise up and see who you are in the light

Rise up and see who you are to me

I will always love you

I will always

Love you.”

 

©Copyright 1991

by Peter J. Stahl