Spin, or a Poem about Mania

Spin, or a Poem about Mania

Spin, Spin, Spin--

They picked me up and set me spinning;
now I cannot stop.

"Look at you go! Look at you go!"

Can they see me coming apart at the seams?

This euphoria is a prison of falsehood.

Oh, someone save me! Who will deliver me from this body of death?¹

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Spin... Spin...... Spin--Crash!

I've hit the wall.

Now I lay here on my side.

The mesmerized crowd disappears.

I am alone.

Who will deliver me from this body of death?

 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am... all come and go as sleep evades me.

My body starts to fail under the overexertion. I need help; can anyone help me?

I feel barren. My mind feels like a dust bowl. Hot tears roll down my face. 

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I play some spontaneous worship music, and I feel

the cool water of his presence wash through my brain.

"Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me;

let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling!

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my

exceeding joy, and I will praise you with the lyre, 

O God, my God.

Why are you downcast, O my soul,

and why are you in turmoil within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my salvation and my God." 

¹Romans 7:24-25-"Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from

this body of death? Thanks be to God through Christ Jesus our Lord!..."

 ²Psalm 43:3-5

If you or a loved one suffers with a mental illness, I am so sorry. I wish I could take everyone of you by the hands, look you in the eyes, and tell you how loved and not alone you are. For more information and resources on this pervasive issue, please visit the sight of or contact the National Alliance on Mental Illness.

Much love,

Anna Jo