The Unknown

Dripping black ink

swirls on white paper

the words are a comfort 

they bring me to safety 

slow the spinning world

let me breathe once more. 

Dancing white spots

world lurches and spins

dark tendrils reach up

claiming my calm.

So dizzy I'm drunk

in the darkness my fear

spirals out of control 

it chains me here.

So I turn to the words

the swirls on the paper

the comfort they bring

like a ship's iron anchor.