Sometimes she is quiet

Still as a summer's night, without a care in the world.

The thread is there, but it has no interest in racing ahead.

The wheel changes, the speed picks up without any warning.

The wheel is turning rapidly

Turning so quickly not even I can keep up.

I am impulsive, emotional and even a little scared.

My only consolation is I know my Spinning Wheel will slow down again and I will feel like me again soon.

Those around me do not understand my "Spinning Wheel".

Will they ever ? No !!!!!

I accept this

I call this Spinning Wheel my little wheel of fortune at times as I have gained (and perhaps lost)

many things during it's rapid cycle.

When my wheel finally stops spinning, I do feel sad, it is like someone has taken something away

happy away from me, but I know "it" was only a state of mind. It cannot be real.

Those emotions I felt surely cannot be REAL.