Whirl-A-Tilt

Standing on the sidelines, yearning for inclusion

Fed up with my status, immunocompromised

A health ranking since Covid

Often leaves me feeling left out

Denied living, enjoying the entirety of my being

Life is a platform

Always rotating

Always moving

Yet, my life remains at a standstill

While others enjoy the ride

Might I chance the thrill others get to feel

Up and down

round and round

Circulating cyclical consistency

"Weeeeeeee"

Sounds great to me

Weight of the matter, my situation

Feel disproportionate

To the essence of creation

Five years have passed since major surgery

Robbed me of most amusement

Solo does not breathe Yolo

Settling within the boundaries of confinement

Refinement~

Acrobatic aeromatic non-static emphatic

I must ease my way back into society

Much like reclaiming sobriety

Baby steps will prep self-perceived inept

A fixed pivotal point feels limited

Going nowhere, going nowhere

I crave excitement, the unpredictable

Please give me some chaotic motion

I release my side-line seat belt

I step onto the platform

Telling myself, "You've got this girl"

Tilting, leaving even ground behind

Ready to give life another whirl

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My poem uses wordplay and themes from Tilt-A-Whirl to convey recent feelings about life as an immunocompromised person since 2020.