Round and round
up and down
as a child - it was enchanting,
never knowing which horse you’d be racing.
Then you grow up
and you long for the steadfast one.
It’s total hell
being caught on your carousel
never knowing if you’ll be sun or clouds
so there’s never enough merry…
to go around.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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