Circles Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

The thoughts have gone
the words have stayed.
I've heard it all
and am still afraid.
And when it starts
it starts to end
the bitter smile
from friend to friend.
The countless circles
I tend to draw.
The mirror images
- did I really see what I saw?
Round and round
the spinning wheels
of endless weakness
- that's how I feel.
The thoughts have gone
they've gone astray.
And what is left?
The rain has washed
the ink away.

(London,15 February,2001)