
I’m floating in the air
I shouldn’t have a care
But somehow I’m odd and misplaced
I know my mouth is located on my face
But the sound of my voice comes back to me
From some other place in the room or echoed back from the ceiling
I wonder what this vertigo means; what the dizziness is revealing
I just can’t explain how I feel …
Disconnected, adrift, lost, unreal…
Free falling…
My inadequacies extolling…
Where do I belong?
When did I go wrong?
The dream becomes the nightmare
Beware … Beware … Beware…
Sometimes it isn’t carefree
Sometimes you just can’t see
When you don’t have a care in the world
Sometimes, it’s Terror!
What a powerful description. I have never experienced Vertigo, but it does sound truly traumatic. It is interesting how you begin with carefree floating, then transition into the symptoms to show the impact of this. Those people who enjoy good health should never take it for granted, not one minute of it. Hugs, xo
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It was such an odd experience, I must say. I was talking and knew I was speaking, but the sound was outside of me, not inside, and that was just the beginning. I wondered for a while if God was bringing me home, but He said, “Not yet.”
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I hope you are better now, hopefully that won’t happen again. Blessings to you and hugs, xoxo
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Thank you, my friend. I just reread the poem. I can’t believe I wrote it. I can’t believe how accurate it is. It’s almost scarier reading about it than the unreal state. This made it real. I hope it never happens again, but I have not been given a reason or explanation for it yet. It might have been a drug interaction. If so, it should be resolved. I hope so. Thank you for your understanding. Thank you for being you.
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You are so welcome, lovely lady. I hope you have a nice and restful holiday weekend 🙂
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Vivid descript and love the photo Twinnie. ❤
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The dog days of summer, I’ve heard it called.
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🙂
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