Spinning In Circles

I grew up flailing my arms and spinning in circles.  I missioned my heart off twice a week to catch emotions that dizzy-ed through disguise after disguise.  Exhausted, my heart sat still for many years shuffling through 3 by 5 cards of vocabulary words, trying to decode love’s true hideaway.

That was close, I’ll try again:

I have sensitive emotions.  They are triggered easily.  Without a dusty, real ground to settle into, I am all wine with no vine.  Growing up requires connection.