Turmoil

There are days when my head feels like a carousel, Spinning around so fast with memories and thoughts. Constantly thinking, it’s forever on the go, Like a calculator that’s adding up the noughts. No stopping this onslaught, rotating at full pelt, Ease will not come to me, however hard I try. There is no switch to eliminate all these facts, And so I‘ve this turmoil I need to pacify. Oh, how I wish that a pure calmness would descend, Clearing away the debris, things I shouldn‘t hoard, , Leaving a peaceful mind so silent and subdued, One I can fill with dreams that so need to be stored. Stillness is something we don’t often get to know, A lightening of the heart, the brain’s now at rest, Such a clearness to ones outlook, fresh, free and new, A clean welcomed slate, and my ordered life is blessed. © Ernestine Northover