Doing the twist inside

I'd like to feature a poem by a friend (who would like to remain anonymous) this month, that I think captures the scariest aspect of battling any truly traumatic stressor or mental illness. I hope reading it makes it easier for us to empathize with each other, knowing that others get stuck on the roller coasters too. We all get twisted up inside, but we also each have a chance to #Bethe1to

Twistin' 

That swirlin' 

          whirlin' 

dervish,

spinnin' round 

won't slow down

expands and contracts 

insanely fast and laser focuses 

into 

a persistent loop 

    that just keeps wrappin' 

itself around 

and around

 and can't be derailed 

with comedy or tears 

won't be deterred 

with silence or swears 

it insists 

on accompanyin' you 

to your dreams 

and throws random 

                       chaotic 

   images 

and minor chords 

screechin'

 through your mind 

and it won't abate 

or fade 

and i'm just 

so done 

with this 

unendin' roller-coaster 

i never wanted to ride.

Even the twisted have some beauty.